Last year I left up the Christmas ribbon I put on the light in the dining area, because it looked so cheerful.
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.
I'm kind of sad and pathetic.
No, you are rad and prophetic.
My question is: why was I much more awake when I got up than I am now?
Because Steph is not your goddamned khakis.
No, I am not *my* goddamned khakis. I might, however, be *Ginger's* goddamned khakis. In fact, it's very possible.
I might, however, be *Ginger's* goddamned khakis.
I have no khakis. Khakis make me look like a cheap security guard.
I might, however, be *Ginger's* goddamned khakis.
I have no khakis.
You're saying I don't exist?!? AIIIIIIIEEEEEEE!!!!!
No, I'm saying you're not my goddamned khakis either.
It makes sense if you squint your brain a bit.
Hee.
My first ipod hasn't broken all the way yet, but some of the buttons have gotten a lot harder to use. I plan on using that one in the car (which I am finally getting ipoded tomorrow!), since I will be able to control it via the steering wheel controls.
Whose Khakis Are You??!!
t /Jack Bauer
WHO ARE YOU IRONING FOR?!?!?!1
It's blizzarding outside again. Is spring ever coming? I'm done with this crap.