I'm with Jess. If I'm pissed off, I don't want to have sex with you.
I'm with these guys. We actually had a conversation/discussion with friends awhile back about this very thing where the other guy in the conversation didn't understand the difference between being angry and therefore not In The Mood and withholding sex just to get your point across. I had a boyfriend a long time ago tell me, "Never use sex as a weapon because it's a bomb and you'll get hurt, too." and he was totally right.
Did anyone imply that this was going on in any Buffista household?
I don't think anyone did. I took the comment as a tangent from the general discussion... we do tend to tangent.
NO! I need today to be functional! Yesterday was broken! Or, okay, maybe it was just me. But for serious, people, I need to kick some productivity ass.
Liese, you can have any remnants of functionality that fell out of today when I broke it.
Miss Finland's name is Vivi Pumpanen? VIVI PUMPANEN?! If I had to make up an hilarious Finnish porn name, that would be near the top of my list.
Paging Hecubus! Paging Hecubus!
Hec, your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to track me down 1960s era pictures of British actress Wanda Ventham. She's SHINY.
My day isn't broken but it is in several piles and untaped boxes.
I hate chaos.
::twitches::
Liese, you can have any remnants of functionality that fell out of today when I broke it.
Okay. Instant Boss is helping.
At this point I suspect my whole week is broken.
But in news of awesomer things, there's this video: Fuck Me, Ray Bradbury. Need I say, NSFW?
I just read on a FB page that under Obama Care that starts in 2011 anyone over the age of 59 is not allowed to have antibiotics and any doctor caught prescribing them to the elderly will probably be put to death by rancor.
So it must be true. Anything that invokes a rancor is automatically true. It's like Godwin's Law, but with rancors.
Rancor, rancor, rancor.