My dogs mostly do the sleeping thing. And let me sleep. The brain on the other hand is like an insistent Siamese.
What the hell's up with that?
Spike: Heard what happened up top, offing your dad and all. Don't know if you know this, but, uh…I killed my mum. Actually, I'd already killed her, and then she tried to shag me, so I had to-- Wesley: Thank you. I'm…very comforted.
'Lineage'
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.
Barb - Jun 23, 2009 12:31:17 pm PDT #13673 of 30000
“Not dead yet!”
ChiKat - Jun 23, 2009 12:31:23 pm PDT #13674 of 30000
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
Went to the doctor today and got nebulizaed. I was pretending I was sitting on the nile with fay and a hookah pipe.
Icky for the nebulizer, but I like your imagination and my borrow it if/when I need another treatment. (Which, is no time soon because I am not sick right now.)
I had 2 job interviews today--1 phone and 1 in person. The phone interview is leading to an in person one tomorrow. That'll be 3 schools in 2 weeks. Since the school last week was not a good fit in my eyes, I'm glad I've got some other schools interested.
omnis_audis - Jun 23, 2009 12:31:36 pm PDT #13675 of 30000
omnis, pursue. That's an order from a shy woman who can use M-16. - Shir
am channeling Sean's cat. Clearly we are related.
Cleaning crew has finally arrived. As soon as they are done, I'll shower, and head downtown Seattle. Just in time to meet up with F, and start our whirlwind evening. Pho for dinner, Jilli event, and ferry rides as the sunsets (hopefully)! Whee!
-t - Jun 23, 2009 12:31:50 pm PDT #13676 of 30000
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
Happy Tep Day!
beth b - Jun 23, 2009 12:38:13 pm PDT #13677 of 30000
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
Icky for the nebulizer
I'll live. I like the fact that getting off the couch isn't the Herculean effort it was yesterday
-t - Jun 23, 2009 12:38:38 pm PDT #13678 of 30000
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
Hope one of today's schools is a better fit, ChiKat.
beth b - Jun 23, 2009 12:42:05 pm PDT #13679 of 30000
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
sending the ma~~ ChiKat
askye - Jun 23, 2009 1:06:30 pm PDT #13680 of 30000
Thrive to spite them
~ma for ChiKat.
My cats don't really sleep with me, Maddie climbs on my shoulder and foots and purrs and then will jump off. But lately I've been waking up with Dean lying near my leg.
They are weird cats too. Both their bowls were 1/2 full and yet they were doing the "poor me I'm starving and neglected" routine. I accidentally kicked over one bowl when I was in the kitchen and before I could clean it up they are both their hoovering up the kibble off the floor like it's some forbidden human food.
Polter-Cow - Jun 23, 2009 1:24:12 pm PDT #13681 of 30000
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!
Aaargh aargh aargh stabbity stabbity stabbity.
I generally love my co-workers, so I am not a fan of the "cow-orker" term...but I think I have a cow-orker. He's not in my department, but I do have to work with him. And he appears to be completely incapable of following simple directions, given that his boss and I have told him repeatedly that I need to approve certain, specific things and he keeps approving them without running them by me, which just creates a mess that I have to clean up after. GAH.
Ginger - Jun 23, 2009 1:43:57 pm PDT #13682 of 30000
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Thats high on the list of Things I Would Do If I Had Mad Cash.
My dream is to have enough money to call a PBS station during pledge week and ask "How much would it take for you to shut up?"
My animals have generally not kept me away, except for the period when The Feral Kid was playing bowling with pecans down a long hallway. Thwack. Skitter skitter. Thwack. Skitter skitter. Thud. The last was when she misjudged the end of the hall. Mr Peabody occasionally barks me awake at about 5 a.m., usually so he can go outside and drink from the outside water bowl, which has exactly the same water in it as the inside water bowl, unless it has extra added squirrel spit in it.