I just got spam with the subject line "SEXUALLY-EXPLICIT: Your hand is gonna be sore after this!" I don't have any doubts about what it means.
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.
Oh, sweet. I just tried out my sexy new printer, using the first photo I ever took on my digicam: Kitty noir!
I didn't sleep well either, but that is because every week at Christmas my neighbor, a psycho hose beast, plays host to demon spawn that apparently play hockey up there every night for a week. I hate them and her too. Monster didn't disturb me much. Didn't impress me either. Maybe if the victims weren't so NHI.I found myself thinking they "needed killing." They did not humanize them in the least.
{{{Ginger}}}
erika, I keep meaning to mention that your article was excellent.
Susan, I've been looking at the Robeez site for like 20 minutes trying to pick a single pair for my niece. Every shoe on there is so cute! Where did your DH find them at the mall?
Thank you. I can never hear that enough.
((Ginger)) I'm so sorry. Also, Deb is wise.
And erika, I'm joining GC in chiming in late to say that your article absolutely kicked ass. Howlingly funny and a big old emotional wrecking-ball. Such fine and finely-tuned writing, turning on a dime from comic to gutpunch and back again. I know that the punctuation and editing were huge miserable headaches for you, but the end result is still you, your voice, clarified and polished, bright and sharp as a knife. You fucking rock, you goddess.
JZ! (1) You were in my dream last night. (2) Did you, by any chance, get a Xmas card from me?
Tep! (1) Cool! What was I doing? (2) Yes, and I am a big lameass who has neither sent any cards this year nor properly acknowledged all the gorgeous cards I have received from Buffistas, Bitches, friends and relations, because my ass is lame.
(Whiny mememe postscript deleted; suffice it to say that there is ample proof of late that my ass is lame. Your ass sends nifty cards, though.)
OK, JZ can write all my reviews for pretty much ever. I should save that and put it over my desk next to Frankentim.(Maybe they get confessions out of me.)
I hurt my neck, and slept on it funny and didn't go into Boston to see my friend from Northern Ireland, who is only in town for a few hours. I am sucky--disappointed, and disappointing. Feh. Just thought I'd share.