Suzi, right now as a matter of fact.
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.
I'm glad I'm not alone and that you understand that mess of words. BUT I hate that anyone else has hit that level of DONE.
My day started interestingly. Woke up without my alarm feeling pretty good considering I didn't fall asleep until after midnight. The puppy was excited to go downstairs but waited for me to do my morning stuff and put on some clothes. I hear the TV downstairs and figure CJ either got up early or fell asleep with it on last night. Anyway, Crowley and I head downstairs and to the backdoor. Now Crowley is being odd and not just zooming out to do...well, his morning routine.
Back in the house I happened to glance at a clock. It is 2 fucking 30 in the morning. CJ hadn't been able to sleep, so he was watching a movie, but he went upstairs almost as soon and we came down. I just flopped on the couch until my alarm woke me up a few hours later.
I'm glad I'm not alone and that you understand that mess of words. BUT I hate that anyone else has hit that level of DONE.
I am there. I am SO DONE.
In my emails yesterday with family members I said "I'm done" a number of times. I think they finally believe me. Then I came read and read, and laughed and laughed. So Done.
Bitches are Done!
Not only am I DONE (that needs every formatting emphasis possible, including a blink tag) but I want to set everything on fire. More than usual. Not just "yay fire, let's roast marshmallows", but "Fuck everything, also, HR is a scourge upon the earth".
So, so done.
So what I am hearing is burn-it-to-the-ground levels of DONE, ugh.
I at the am hide under the covers until ltc stops throwing tantrums level of DONE.
Whoa, blink tag? That sounds bad. I'm sorry, Atropa.
Ah, the barren fields where we communally grow fucks. Kinda warns my heart.
I had a weird day. My blog was recommended by Smart Bitches, Trashy Books, which was really cool, and I got like 800 views. My statistics students had an exam, and I'm not quite sure how that went. Now I can't sleep because all my joints hurt, and I realize that I forgot to call my doctor to get a refill on my pain meds.
BITCHES ARE AT THREAT LEVEL BLINK TAG, REPEAT, BITCHES ARE AT THREAT LEVEL BLINK TAG. IT WOULD BE A VERY BAD IDEA TO ADD MORE BECAUSE IT IS ALREADY TOO MUCH AND WE ARE JUST FUCKING DONE.