Love her.
Cordelia ,'The Cautionary Tale of Numero Cinco'
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.
She adores music of any kind. It's so funny. She'll stop whatever she's doing for even a commercial jingle.
My brain is so tired. I haven't been this brain tired since I temped as a court clerk. I feel more and more sure that I am going to be happy and confident in this job once I learn all the stuff I need to know. But in the meantime, soooo tired.
Please feel the love that I am sending out, I don't have what it takes to respond with words to each of you.
I often feel invisible, Suzi. Cause I'm not ordinary, but I'm also not an unstoppable barrier-breaking activist either.
Good morning! I slept well but my face is still hurting this morning. I'm forgetting what brought me relief in the past while I waited for the Lyrica to kick in. Arrggg.
The syllabus for my next class is available this morning, so I'm printing that off along with the extra articles we have to read in addition to our text books. I have the same professor as last class, which is ok but I wasn't a big fan of his style. Oh well, it is what it is. I have a feeling he may be the teacher for all my core classes.
Erika, you are not invisible. I owe you pictures of the framed palm tree prints you sent me. I love them and they are in my living room, so I think of you each time I look at them.
I love them and they are in my living room, so I think of you each time I look at them.
Erika, my Hillary Clinton action figure has been sitting right in my line of sight since the day she arrived, so I think of you all the time, too.
In my company inbox this morning: Good Morning! A male wedding band was turned into the front desk this morning. If you are missing your band, please contact the front desk with the description of your lost item. We are happy to recommend a florist as well.
Connie, ha! Helpful!
I am overwhelmed. This feeling is becoming uncomfortably familiar.
I'm still hurting. A lot. Trying to decide how to ration my meds. I woke up with my ankle feeling at about a 6, and it usually gets worse as the day goes on.
I've missed smiting. It's so much fun.