I hate being sick. I
I hate being sick. I feel so... well... sick. Heh. I am happy it's Friday however, and in the true spirit of starting the weekend on the right foot, I stopped at Chez Satan this morning and loaded up some drink carriers with love juice for my office compadres. I should know by noon-ish if I am leavin' on a jet plane (don't know if I'll be back again... leavin'... ahem. sorry.) for Colorado Springs. Yesterday was Flavie's birthday. I had contacted her the day before to tell her HBd, but oddly her parents called me last night to ask if I'd heard from her. How can you not return your family's calls on your birthday? There seem to be quite a few Halloween parties going on this Saturday night. I am not going to any of them. I haven't dressed up for Halloween since 1999... I was a knight's squire. I am not feeling festive enough to put forth the effort. Sluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurp... mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmn... coffee.
awww but ya looked so cute!!!
Okay, fine. You’re no longer hot JUST because of the olive comment.
A knight’s squire? Is that the same as being a knight’s bitch? *wink* I’m sorry ... I just couldn’t resist!
hehe… something like that
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