What the hell is up with the AC guy? Where is he? God, I wish I could be Ari Gold for just long enough to a. Own his ass. b. make him grovel and c. imply that somebody on his staff wanted to perform unnatural acts upon my person. And people say you can't learn anything from television. Could've fooled me.
'Selfless'
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.
c. imply that somebody on his staff wanted to perform unnatural acts upon my person.
True story.
Yeah, you're right, doesn't exist without "True story." True story. Of course my mom, who spent most of a career as a "Lloyd", of sorts. says anyone who says "True story," that much lies like a rug. In this case, it would be a uniquely Freudian burn as it's AC Guy and Son. Very Joseph Campbell. I like it.
Yayayayayayayayay! I am so so glad, Aims!!! And, I totally missed your call last night. My cell was in my car. If you still want to talk, I'll e-mail you my home number. That's a better way to get me.
I knew I should have stopped at Yogurtland on my way back from picking up my car. Damn!
There are times Caller I.D. can be bad. I got all excited a few minutes ago when the phone rang and it was an unfamiliar number with a NYC area code. Maybe it was one of the agents I'd queried?
Nope. It was Saks, wanting to know if I'd enjoyed the skincare samples I'd picked up in March.
Oy.
Ok, so there are times when silence *isn't* golden from one's personal assistant. Gonna kill you, "Lloydella" Never occurred to you to mention the dude on the roof?!
ALL of my no-cancer ~~ma is winging it's way to Jilli. Every last drop and vibe.
yes. this.
No-cancer~ma to Jilli.
I have napped, and now feel a bit better.
My physical therapist today asked me about the story of Jacob and Esau. Huh?
Air conditioning is nice.