Correlation is not causation! Except when it is!
'Bushwhacked'
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.
Correlation does not prove causation!
This is why I made lists and then end up with arrows and rewriting my list in a logical order but then I forget to add something and I have to rewrite it again cause I can't start until I have a good list.
Only 10 hours of work today. Wheeeee?
Omnis, I have no suggestions, but could use some non-scary adrenalin myself today--for some reason, even though I went to bed at a decent hour, I could NOT get up this morning, and still am not feeling very awake/alert. But I did manage to get one of the two big things off my desk today (even if not the multitude of smaller things).
Seriously, y'all. I was HOW old before I even knew there was an order?
But then I get all obsessive about it and can't decide and end up like Willow in Fear Itself with the witch lights buzzing all around her head.
Made it through the day, more or less. Can't decide if I want to drink, smoke, fight, fuck, dance or sleep. You know?
I've quiet a bit. Aimee I hope everything gets worked out for you.
bonny sorry about the experience and ass hat ex friend.
I will have a new place to live in September. It's not final, final, but it should be final on September 4 and then I'll move around the 9 or 10th. My new place is going to be on Hemlock Lane and that amuses me immensely.
Work is good expect I made a dumb error with my direct deposit so I didn't get paid today. I have to wait for a paper check next week. And then I can correct my direct deposit mistake.
Can't decide if I want to drink, smoke, fight, fuck, dance or sleep. You know?
The challenge is figuring out the proper sequence.
Can't decide if I want to drink, smoke, fight, fuck, dance or sleep. You know?
The challenge is figuring out the proper sequence.
One I quit a long time ago, by choice. One elludes me on a semi-regular basis. One hasn't found me in too long a time, damnit. One I choose to do in small doses. And the last, well, I'm not much for fighting. Not that it helps you any.
I fight all the time. Not by choice.
Well, I estimate that I have put in about 7 solid hours of yard sale prep and moving clean out today. Yard sale tomorrow and Saturday. I am too old for this shit, but we need to get rid of this shit and we need the money so work my ass off I shall.
The Small Girl is holding her own "sale" of lemonade and coffee. I bought her the teeny little creamer cups and a sugar shaker and some mini-donuts and M&M cookies to serve alongside. So cute. She sorted all of her stuff into bins for $1, 50 cents, and 25 cents. I'm really proud of how much she has worked, too. In being serious about her purging and her excitement about the sale tomorrow. Hopefully, she won't fade off by noon.
I need to make lemonade so it's cold for tomorrow.