Simon: The decision saved your life. Zoe: Won't happen again, sir. Mal: Good. And thanks. I'm grateful. Zoe: It was my pleasure, sir.

'Out Of Gas'


Spike's Bitches 21 Gunn Salute  

[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.


Steph L. - Jan 05, 2005 4:58:20 am PST #1280 of 10002
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe

Billytea, if there is anything at all I can do, name it. I just want life to stop fucking with you.

Nora and Tom -- Happy Elope-iversary!

And hot hot hot showers which are probably bad but can numb out the area before the drugs and the ice packs. Ugh, bites are ooogy.

For itchy bug bites/rash/hives, my allergist taught me this trick, which seems insane, but really works: blow hot air (from a hairdryer) on the itchiness, from a distance where you're not burning yourself. At first, the itchiness will get worse, and then it'll go away, and should stay away for a few hours. The heat overloads the itch factor.

Seriously, it works. I've done it many a time.


Calli - Jan 05, 2005 5:00:48 am PST #1281 of 10002
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs

I'm sorry, bt. Strength and peace to you and your family.

Happy monthaversary, Nora Deirdre.


Nora Deirdre - Jan 05, 2005 5:02:53 am PST #1282 of 10002
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)

Elope-iversary

Dude! I am totally stealing this! this totally justifies my narcissi-post!


Steph L. - Jan 05, 2005 5:06:06 am PST #1283 of 10002
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe

I coined a word before 10 a.m.

My work here is done.


Deena - Jan 05, 2005 5:20:12 am PST #1284 of 10002
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara

Does that mean you get to go home now, Steph?

I haven't even started working. Well, fed the small fry and changed and got Kara to try to go potty on the toilet and thwarted Aidan's attempt to redecorate in sliced banana.... it doesn't feel like real work, though.


Lee - Jan 05, 2005 5:20:30 am PST #1285 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

{{{Billytea}}} I wish there was something more we could do.

Great, Tep's already coining words and I'm still stuck on gronk.

Oooh, there's my coffee maker noise now.


Calli - Jan 05, 2005 5:29:35 am PST #1286 of 10002
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs

it doesn't feel like real work, though.

Sure sounds like real work to me.

My coworker just lent me her Season 5 Homicide dvds. Somehow I don't think my boss will let me take the rest of the day as a "sick of waiting to see what happens to Munch et al" day. Pity. They're just sitting there, looking all grim and tempting. Like Wesley toward the end of Angel.

ETA: "They" = the dvds, not my boss and/or coworker. No one I work with bears any resemblance to Wesley at any stage of B:TVS or Angel.

EagainTA: Unfortunately.


Nora Deirdre - Jan 05, 2005 5:30:27 am PST #1287 of 10002
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)

Sure sounds like real work to me.

Holy crap, me too.


juliana - Jan 05, 2005 5:30:51 am PST #1288 of 10002
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…

Great, Tep's already coining words and I'm still stuck on gronk.

Hey, I'm in Tep's timezine and I'm still stuck on "gronk - bleah". At least you have the excuse of being two hours behind.....


Frankenbuddha - Jan 05, 2005 5:41:18 am PST #1289 of 10002
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"

Ack, billytea. Hope that all resolves sooner than later. I hate family "situations", and have been lucky to have had to endure only a handful.

The death of a parent can bring out the worst sometimes, unfortunately. There were a couple of doozies for me surrounding my father's death.