'Out Of Gas'
[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.
That's what I get for not googling. I think I'll blame, oh, William H. Macy for that.
Blame Tino! Blame him! It's all his fault!
Aw, crap. KBD just got laid off. Effective immediately, paid through end of week.
Aw, shit, smonster. Blame Tino for that too.
I'm sorry, smonster.
Fucking Tino.
Sorry smonster.
Thanks, y'all. Please send some find-job-fast~ma in the general direction of NC. This is going to be stressful, I predict.
Oh, smonster. Job~ma headed your way.
Oh, smonster. That just sucks! All kinds of -ma to KBD and you.
Damn that Tino! Sorry, smonster.
Sparky, that's a seriously cute baby. Or a merrily cute baby. Either. Both. Adorable doting daddy and cute beagle, too.
Vortex's Completely Headless Soup? Sounds like a potion class at Hogwarts.
...there was more, I know there was. Oh! Keyboards. I'm horrifically hard on keyboards. H and I got wireless ones at the same time about three years ago. I wore the letters off mine and, despite no crumbs and no spills, the keys slowly stopped responding one at a time, so H gave me his, 'cause he was using mostly the laptop. I've worn most of the letters off his, now. Since we moved, I got used to doing most of my reading, surfing, and correspondence on the laptop, and yup, the letters are wearing off.
ION, I am stunned by the heat. Record highs, and I'm feeling kinda guilty. We meant to run *away* from the heat, not bring it with us.
Hi Bev! NC feels a bit empty without your presence.
eta IOmememeN, I am such a procrastinator. I have an essay to write and a choreography to do for this dance workshop I'm going to, oh, TOMORROW. I have not started the essay, and the choreo is unfinished and what I've done needs revision.
Can I just say, OY?
Hey girl! Is it cool there? It should be, because the hot followed us.
...not that kind of hot, unfortunately.