No, no, no, sir. No more chick pit for you. Come on.

Riley ,'Lessons'


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.


sj - Dec 31, 2004 5:25:12 pm PST #434 of 10002
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

Who wants to come help me eat them?

I want brownies!


WindSparrow - Dec 31, 2004 5:32:19 pm PST #435 of 10002
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.

Starkle, starkle, little twink, Who the heck I is you think, I am not under the affluence of inkahol As some thinkle seem to peep I am. I've had tee many martoonis and a scottle of botch And the drunker I sit here the longer I get. I'm not half so think as you drunk I am, why I've got all day sober to monday up on.

See, I passed my mom's field sobriety test. I said it right. So? All this thinking about being drunk doesn't mean I am.


Cass - Dec 31, 2004 5:34:38 pm PST #436 of 10002
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.

New tag: Smart
I'm going with smart. And a little pretentious, but I like that in people who are cool enough to pull it off. You are, even though you never strike me as the pretentious sort. I think I want to go reread your story again.

Also, after you eat them, you get an evil hand, and run around saying, "KILL, KILL."
Makes you morph into a wee gay and wickedly hot Lindsey? Find me a boy to feed them to...

--
Took very hot bath. Ate some salad with some warmed salmon on top. Took massive amounts of herbal and moderate amounts of modern medical cures. Had last half glass of Carneros Creek pinot noir from last night's celebrate mom's birthday dinner. Took second very hot bath. Made jasmine pearl (the rolled tea leaves stuff, not the gooey tapioca stuff) tea. Am happier (yay vino and jasmine tea) though still feverish (boo buggies). Sleep is on the agenda.

eta: I lost my personal pronouns and WindSparrow made me laugh. (WindSparrow, where in Az are you?)


erikaj - Dec 31, 2004 5:37:29 pm PST #437 of 10002
Always Anti-fascist!

I'm gonna add Windsparrow to the plural marriage. Cause that was flattering as fuck.Cass, thanks, I think.;) Lisah, I told a writer friend that "Don't front..." story and it cracked him up. In fact, when I learned the story was gonna be up today, the subject line to my e-mail was "Guess my shit's tight enough..."


sj - Dec 31, 2004 5:45:29 pm PST #438 of 10002
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

I am going to look at an apartment tommorrow. The description in the paper sounds good and the price is definitely good.


WindSparrow - Dec 31, 2004 5:46:02 pm PST #439 of 10002
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.

I'm gonna add Windsparrow to the plural marriage.

Kewl, and I was worried I'd die an old maid. Who-all am I joining?

Good luck, sj.

Happy New Year, Bitches. I'm off to bed, now.


erikaj - Dec 31, 2004 5:49:33 pm PST #440 of 10002
Always Anti-fascist!

DebG, The Husband, Nic, and iirc, KatP(Serial bigamy can be so hard to track..) Flattery will get you everywhere, Windsparrow.


WindSparrow - Dec 31, 2004 5:51:23 pm PST #441 of 10002
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.

Good company, then. Allllright.

And really, going. to. bed. any time now.


Lee - Dec 31, 2004 5:51:42 pm PST #442 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

Good luck with the apartment,sj.


beekaytee - Dec 31, 2004 5:52:29 pm PST #443 of 10002
Compassionately intolerant

sj-insent

Many apologies for the delay. Damn work, and dog walking and stuff for getting in the way of important things!

As much as I'd love to ring the new year in with hoopla and all that, I'm afraid I'll be seeing the clock strike 12 from behind my eye lids.

Here's wishing every Bitch the happiest, healthiest and hilarious-est year ever.

'night.