My officemate has started commenting on what sort of mood I'm in based on what I'm eating for lunch. He saw that I got pizza for lunch today, and that I was wearing sweat pants, and concluded that I'd had a tough physical therapy session. And he was right. It was both annoying and disconcerting.
Spike's Bitches 44: It's about the rules having changed.
[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.
Could he have a crush on you? Cause I *could* do that for my friends, but I generally don't. But if I'm into someone, I'm hyper-attuned to everything about them...maybe that's why he's been such a schmuck about your background and etc.
I really hope not. He's married.
I must not kill children. I must not kill children. I must not kill children.
Why not?
Because the children are our future.
Orlando airport. Airport wide flight delays. Small children.
I'm sure you can fill in the details.
Why not?
Because the surly, yet strangely content, adult would always be the first suspect.
We're eating Chinese tonight because there are no good Italian places that deliver.
TCG chose to put on the news because the DVR is empty. I am watching awful story that reminds me why I don't watch the news.