She promised me I can wear one of them on Halloween.
Anya ,'Dirty Girls'
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.
A mistake you won't make again, anyway, Vortex.
Also in job search news, I got a reach out a while back on Linked In for a job that I had applied for. Since I'm stepping up my job search, I replied and told him that I'd interviewed and been rejected, but would be happy to be reconsidered. He claims I did not apply for this particular position, Um, okay, you're the hiring person. I'll apply again.
Weird, vortex, but hey, good luck! I bet there's awesome jobs out here in Seattle. IJS. I know some amazon attorneys....
I actually had some dealings with them at my job, and they were pretty cool.
I got a parking ticket today. It said that I didn't have the proper decal. I had both my university parking permit and my disabled parking permit clearly displayed, so I have no idea what they were talking about.
It was a lovely cool, rainy night for sleeping. And what should happen is I dream I'm sitting across from my beloved over dinner, and he's saying he's coming home, big misunderstanding, everything will go back to normal, moving on now. It's been years since my subconscious has done this to me. I haven't even been particularly stressed. I think it would be less upsetting if my dreamself believed it and I'd wake up and realize the truth. Trying to explain things to a confused dream husband is horrible.
I'm sorry, Connie. Those dreams should be nice friendly visits, not uncomfortable and confusing. Not cool dream brain!
Fucking fuck. I kept on going in a Facebook discussion that I shouldn't, and now a major panic attack just hit. I'm crying and shaking. This timeline sucks.
Oh, no, Hil! I'm so sorry. I don't have anything helpful to offer, but have all my sympathy.