It is. My brother finally told me yesterday. Nobody can live with my dad, though. I love him, but he should have been, like, a lighthouse keeper.
Spike's Bitches 49: As usual, I'm here to help you, and I... are you naked under there?
Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Do I get bad fan points for wanting to tweet out "It's never lupus," upon reading that someone I only halfway know tested negative, or good fan points for thinking about it and not writing it? maybe it's a wash.
Whatever, it's always funny.
It amused me.
Thinking and not writing = megapoints
"It's never lupus" is hard to resist.
Hard to resist indeed! Is she a House fan? Also, at least you're not an asshole posting that on someone's actual lupus diagnosis? "So the doctor says I have lupus" "it's never lupus!!"
Yeah, could be worse. Yeah, if it was somebody in the fandom, I might have said it, but I'm not sure if he would get it, and that might seem ghoulish(Which my sense of humor does have elements of)
I watched this weird show the other night called (I think) "I Catfished my Kid" where they found the last four parents of teenaged kids who never get online and are very worried about Internet White Slavers coming to take their homely and rather desperate for attention daughters and selling them, or something? I wished I could send them Allyson's book.
Well, that was awkward. I got back to Cincinnati, and ordered some dinner on GrubHub. A little while later, my friend's husband messaged me on Facebook: ""Lol god damn it all. You'll be the first to know about my shameful secret food delivery side job." At least I tipped pretty well on that order. (And good thing he messaged me first -- otherwise, I would have answered the door without a bra, because I've been on a plane all day, and those shoulder straps hurt. But, person that I know coming to the door, the bra goes back on.)