That sucks, Aims. I'm sorry.
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.
It seems to be a That Kinda News day.
I did not get the big job in Beverly Hills. Didn't even make the callback round.
Damn.
I've gone from disproving that paper to proving it really quite a lot. So I've got that going for me.
I'll grant you 24 hours for foolishness like that, Empress, but keep it up and bear the consequences. There might be glitter.
But hey! I've gone from disproving that paper to proving it really quite a lot. So I've got that going for me.
Hey now. We all eff up sometimes, and it sounds like you had a healthy shove from people who should be on top of stuff.
I hope things aren't as bad as they look right now, but either way, lay off my friend Aimee if you can.
scolding crosspost!
Aims, you're still way smarter than S & J put together.
Yeah. That I am. And hilarious that you know who I meant.
I hope things aren't as bad as they look right now
They're pretty fucking bad. Bad enough that Joe was sending me Bible quotes. Bad enough that I almost had a panic attack while driving back from school with Emeline in the car and the only way I could control my breathing was to buy a pack of cigarettes. 15 weeks away from graduation and ... kaboom. Train off the rails.
I told Joe I am not looking for solutions. He can if he wants, but I'm done. The signs are there. I'm not meant to be a teacher. Good to know.
Oh honey.
And hilarious that you know who I meant.
Well, and I saw flamebait post in question go by, so that helped.
Bad enough that Joe was sending me Bible quotes.
Wow. Love and miss you tons, babe.
I have decided that today calls for opening this bottle of brut I had sitting around from a show I worked earlier this year.