Santa Cruz!!!
Jayne ,'Serenity'
Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
[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.
So good, it got a double post! Woot for Santa Cruz. Sorry I missed y'all up at Chez PixDesigns. They are wonderful hosts!
Much Job~ma to TCG.
Maria, any word on your all day interview? Hope it all works out for the good.
Pix, you have a heart of gold. Hope the rescue pup wasn't too traumatized.
P-C, loving the stories. Gives me hope that I might be able to find a gal.
Job ~ma forTCG
Pointing upwards ^^ at what omnis said.
quester, that would freak me right the fuck out.
Yeah, no kidding!
quester, that would freak me right the fuck out.
Well, not as much as I loathe....
Well, not as much as I loathe....
Or "We need blood."
Thanks guys, now I'm afraid of my bathroom mirror!
I can always count on you.
Job~ma for TCG, and no creepy bathroom mirrors for Quester.
In continued long-day news, the additional 2.5 hours of driving involved in picking up the pup from the spay on the other side of the city meant that I am missing out on a Club 33 reservation that a friend of a friend for for ND, Chloe and me as a very special treat. Am sad. We will have to pay for my meal regardless, which is even sadder.
Also, I have a 6AM flight tomorrow to go home for my 20th high school reunion and I am so completely unprepared. I tried to reschedule my flights on either side to give me a little room to breathe, but I used award miles, and there's nothing.
Sorry, don't mean to whine. On a positive note, the pup has been spayed and is safely home, and I'm taking a half an hour to get a pedicure before tackling packing.
So I was reading my college alumni magazine, scanning for names I knew. Got to the brief notes, saw the name of a woman I knew, paired with another name. I said out loud, "Good god, you married him?" The next name down was another name I knew, from the radio station I worked at. Again, out loud, "Did I sleep with him?" It took a few minutes to clarify the face in my mind and say, "Oh. No, I didn't." I amused myself. I wonder if alumni associations put together stalker databases to collate all the announcements people send in so slackers like me can do a search for old news. And now I'm tempted to think of something to report so maybe someone else can say, "Did I sleep with her?"
I got almost NO play in college. Slept with two people, no boyfriends, one one-night drunken stand.
What the HELL was I thinking?
Oh, yeah. Flannel. Lots of flannel and everything I wore was 4 sizes too big. 90's clothes sucked, but the music and drugs were AWESOME!
Hypothetical drugs. Alleged.