TCG has gone for a walk, Mom and Stepdad have gone to church, and I am alone with a stack of books and magazines and sangria.
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.
I remember a whole article in Slate, I think? NYTimes? About how the guy had lost his laptop or something, and someone found him on facebook to message him, but it ended up in his "other" folder, so he didn't see it for a long time.
meara, I love reading about you dancing until you drop. Sorry the hot dance partner is a jerk. I hope you are able to pretend she is a complete stranger while dancing.
Oh, I am. She's an amazing dancer, and pretty much the reason I got into it in the first place when I moved here. I just wish all that sizzle on the dance floor could/would/should turn into something, but when we stop dancing, I remember that she's a complete jerk. But I love dancing! :) (Things I don't love--waking up this morning with a bit of a headache, from the all of TWO drinks I had last night!)
I'm sorry, meara. You truly deserve someone that is awesome both on and of the dance floor.
Heh. Well, sometimes it's hard to separate good dancing from good other things. I'm just sayin'--there's one guy I've danced with a couple times that afterward I'm all "I could maybe be straight, damn!"
I didn't mean porn. I meant someone who is good and kind to you.
I am alone with a stack of books and magazines and sangria.
Oh, such torture!
I didn't mean porn. I meant someone who is good and kind to you.
Oh I know. :) And I'm not actually conflating dance ability with good-person-ness! Just wishing it were that easy/obvious/correlated.
God. I need some sangria.
I finished reading a whole magazine while they were gone. I can get so much more done when it is quiet and I'm not near my TV/DVR. Now everyone is home, we ate a delicious meal, and I am on my second magazine.
Oh, and I'm on my third glass of sangria.