That's awesome, askye!
Tara ,'Empty Places'
Spike's Bitches 47: Someone Dangerous Could Get In
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Congrats, askye!
Dang, Hil, that's a whole lot of messed up.
What's Mr. Slum Lord up to today??
Oh, nothing new. Just we hatess him, precioussss... actually, I owe him rent. Was withholding until the water got fixed (not legal, I know, but common here).
My roommate is at her whatever's* tonight, and I'm celebrating by posting in my underwear. You're welcome.
* The summer between HS and college, a work colleague of mine called my boyfriend my "whatever" and I'm bringing it back into service for undefined relationship-type thingies such as I have with StW and she has with her dude. I get tired of saying "the guy I'm dating" to avoid the "boyfriend"** word.
** He might be fine with it, I just don't feel like asking after the last couple of conversations we've had.
Good news, askye!
I like "whatever" as a descriptor.
I'm celebrating by posting in my underwear. You're welcome.
oh smonster, this made me snicker. Very Bloggess of you.
Congratulations, askye! I'm going to Michael's tomorrow, and I will think of you.
I like "whatever" as a descriptor.
As do I. Now I just need to go find one. Though, with this open terminology, could make it easier. So, apparently while nobody likes a vague disclaimer, some do like a vague descriptor.
::pokes her head in::
Hi ya'll! I miss you guys. I wish I were around more to post and talk and kvetch and hug and support. I bring you this heart-warming anecdote about my Emeline.
A couple of weeks ago, I was about to give my first solo-lesson to my kids and I was very nervous. I ran the lesson past Emeline and told her about the butterflies in my tummy. She pondered a minute, thinking of my situation (and what really happened between Sonny Monroe and Chad Dylan Cooper after she sang her song at the cafe), and said, "Well mommy. When you get really nervous, just pretend that you're talking to me and that I love you and you won't be nervous anymore!" Dang kid triggered an allergy attack. She's such a love.
And now, I go back to my math homework. That I hate. Love you guys.
As do I. Now I just need to go find one. Though, with this open terminology, could make it easier. So, apparently while nobody likes a vague disclaimer, some do like a vague descriptor.
My thinking as well.
Hi, Aims! Sweet girl you are raising there.
Adorable.
And did the lesson go well? I'm thinking yes.
I got the nail polish box today! I'm so excited! And perfect timing -- now I can have awesomely colored nails for the thing I'm going to.
BTW, smonster, eyeshadow insent today. Enjoy!!