Xander ,'Chosen'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Noooooooooooooooooooo!
My new apartment is on a different phone-switchy-hub-thingy than my old apartment. I have to change my phone number. Damnit.
(Sorry to me all mememe lately, btw. I have no room in my brain for anything but apartment/moving thoughts.)
(Sorry to me all mememe lately, btw. I have no room in my brain for anything but apartment/moving thoughts.)
It's big stuff!
Sucks about the phone # though.
I have to change my phone number.
Ewwwwwww! You have to change your phone number?? Nasssssst-eeee!
hee hee! Tep, how are you feeling? Besides Hi-Larious!
Grope Tep feels pretty good to me. wink
Ugh. I am waiting for a mandatory 11AM meeting that was called on Friday.
Ewwwwwww! You have to change your phone number?? Nasssssst-eeee!
Hmph! See if I ever call you from my new number.
The killer, of course, is that it doesn't even spell anything. Unless TKVQXL1 is a word.
Unless TKVQXL1 is a word.
Obviously, we need to coin a new word.
You have a Q on your phone? I don't have a Q.
Yes, I just leaned over to check.
Yes, you have no Q, -t?
Why does that strike me as funny? Perhaps it is the lack of sleep.