It's almost 2:30 my time, so I'm off to bed. Good night, dear friends.
Buffy ,'Showtime'
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.
Night Ginger!
Happy New year's to all.
Happy Birthday, Susan!
Yes, Happy Birthday, Susan!
Great DH Susan... Enjoy *your* time.
I like Ginger's thoughts for the New Year.
Gah! Am at the "doze twenty minutes for each hour and then try to figure out where the time went" place. And the "what happened on the tv I was watching cause I swear I was paying atten ... zzz ... tion" place too. I am unpredictable, sleepy but then awake for a while.
Want Prosecco. Nummy fizzy wine.
Happy New Year from the Mountain Time Zone. I've seen Billy on TV singing his new song, though I despised the camera cuts--get back on him, dammit!--and the man needs to stop teasing the girls in the front row. Sadist. I'll just tell myself that he laughs at fart jokes and probably has someone different in his bed every night and calls them all "honey" 'cause he doesn't bother with names. Otherwise that much sexiness might just kill me.
Happy Birthday Susan!
(so meant to type that last time...)
and calls them all "honey" 'cause he doesn't bother with names.It's ... um ... affectionate. And cause the lots of random girls but that's not going to help his image much.
My 15-year-old she-neice got the (Billy Idol's) greatest hits cd and we (she and I) snuck off to listen to it at Christmas. It was amusing bonding and me feeling so very damn old in the same moment.
editted cause my pronouns were lazy and some alternated ways of reading it became porn. And my neice does NOT get to porn here for at least a few years.
Mmm. Potent stuff, this port. Much better buzz than champagne. Or, at least, it gets you there quicker. I'd never have to think about whether I was spelling things right on a single glass of champagne.
Thanks for the birthday wishes.
that's not going to help his image much
It keeps me from collapsing in a puddle of tears of longing for that which I cannot have.
And the West Coast joins in....Happy New Year!
You know, I think I should at least get one toaster for being the prosecco introducer around here.
At least Plei remembered to blame me for introducing her to its unholy and affordable bubbles of joy.