ION, Annabel just gave Dylan her pacifier. Baby hilarity ensued.
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.
{{{Jen}}} Be careful tommorrow.
There is no snowing here, but this cold front is coming in like a lion. Wind-blown branches keep whacking my roof and making me jump.
I have been teaching myself LiveJournal instead of doing something more productive.
LJ is productive! You can write poems and fic and commune with your buddies. You're doing something and it can be useful. Besides, you're not going to make me feel guilty for hugging my LJ to my chest and naming it George.
AAAAGH! I have the 1980's EBS jingle in my brain!
The jingle, as I recall (spoiler font for the wary):
"For the next sixty seconds (for the next sixty seconds) this station will conduct a test (a test!) of the Emergency (emergency!) Broadcast (broadcast!) System (system!). This Is Only A Test!" [dual tone]
I played with styles. I made an icon. Soon I'm going to write something and Friend people.
Friend me, Ginger, friend me. (unless you already have.)
Me too, Ginger.
I loved playing around with my layout once I got a paid LJ. I'm having a hard time not changing it again, just because I enjoy it.
DH (who did NOT leave his boots at the office on Friday, unlike his idiot wife) went out for a snow walk and took pictures, which I am uploading to Snapfish now.
Nighttime snow pics. It's fucking gorgeous out there.