I am chuckling. Perhaps it is an evil chuckle. Perhaps it is the maniacal chuckle of the sleep-deprived. But I am chuckling and it is good.
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.
Also I may or may not be thinking of nominating Richard Armitage as being pretty enough. Opinions?
Ok, just got an email from new boss, asking me if I have time to talk tonight. I responded back that of course I have time to talk tonight, and also asked if there was an issue. His response? "No issue. We just need to get down to business!"
So send me the damned offer letter! Grr.
Andi, you just hit everything I look for. Well done, my dear, well done. Guh.
So send me the damned offer letter! Grr.
It's likely out of his hands at this point, but you may want to bring up that fact tonight so he can see what the hold-up is.
Also I may or may not be thinking of nominating Richard Armitage as being pretty enough.
Pretty enough for most any purpose.
No idea why dental floss just crossed my mind. I think I have a cranial misfire.
Maybe you are picturing Richard Armitage wearing only dental floss?
It's in a bow.
Waiting is the hardest part, sex Tom Petty, and he's so right.
Oh, lord. I R PERFESINUL ETITUR
SEZ Tom Petty. I was...in a hurry?!