Damn it! You know what? I'm sick of this crap. I'm sick of being the guy who eats insects and gets the funny syphilis. As of this moment, it's over. I'm finished being everybody's butt monkey!

Xander ,'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.


Susan W. - Jan 24, 2005 3:07:40 pm PST #7012 of 10002
The wide universe is the ocean I travel, and the earth is my blue boat home

Yay, Hil!

Hurray for home ownership, Burrell!

For a day I fully expected to be from hell after Annabel screwed with The Schedule by waking up at 5:45 and not going back to sleep until 7:00, when I normally wake up (she usually wakes up around 8:30), today has been surprisingly OK. Even though I slept till 9:00 and didn't shower till noon, I did stuff. I got confirmation letters out to the two agents who've verbally/electronically committed to our conference, sent an email to an editor who told one of our chapter's authors that she could probably come, and sent a letter to a certain major romance publisher that gets so many requests for these things that they appoint a conference coordinator and make everyone go through her.

I also traded emails with the ongoing freelance client and did my normal Monday errands--basically a post office-copy store-library run. And I've still got a little time left before writers group at 6:30, which I think I'll use to straighten and vacuum the living room so I feel like it's Annabel-safe again. I've been making the poor kid live in the playpen and exersaucer all day, but she's been pretty patient about it.


DCJensen - Jan 24, 2005 3:09:07 pm PST #7013 of 10002
All is well that ends in pizza.

Damn. My walking range is only 500 miles; under the right circumstances, 500 more.

Just to be the man who walked 1000 miles?


DCJensen - Jan 24, 2005 3:09:49 pm PST #7014 of 10002
All is well that ends in pizza.

Welcome to the home ownershop club, Burrell!


§ ita § - Jan 24, 2005 3:13:23 pm PST #7015 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

here she goes attributing beastial *acts* to Aragorn

The horse kissed him! I'm just extrapolating here.


Cashmere - Jan 24, 2005 3:30:03 pm PST #7016 of 10002
Now tagless for your comfort.

Just to be the man who walked 1000 miles?

Thanks for that Proclaimers earworm there, Daniel.


DCJensen - Jan 24, 2005 3:40:56 pm PST #7017 of 10002
All is well that ends in pizza.

t Tips his hat.


DCJensen - Jan 24, 2005 3:42:14 pm PST #7018 of 10002
All is well that ends in pizza.

Did cat stacking craze start here or in Natter?


Cashmere - Jan 24, 2005 3:44:17 pm PST #7019 of 10002
Now tagless for your comfort.

Did cat stacking craze start here or in Natter?

Does it matter?? The crack cats are now everywhere!!!


Ginger - Jan 24, 2005 3:49:22 pm PST #7020 of 10002
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda

Yay, Hil! Yay, Hil! Yay, Hil!


meara - Jan 24, 2005 4:05:08 pm PST #7021 of 10002

OK, I have string cheese, tuna, low-carb Pria bars, nuts, and an apple, to eat on the plane tomorrow.

Aww! So sorry about the house, Nora!!

This is why I have chapstick (or some other non-burny lip balm) stashed every place I could possibly need it.

This is what I keep doing, and yet I STILL keep losing it!! I had one in my coat, in an inner pocket, and it just disappeared!!

Dude! More snow!

Yeah, I was kinda bitter--I was sitting in my boss' office, and looking past her out the window going "Um, is it supposed to snow more?" And she says "Oh, I think it said there would be flurries...". And it was NOT flurries. It was SNOW.

I am just going to hum lalalalalalaaaaa until the horse porn leaves my brain.

LALALALALALALA! LALALALAL! t holds hands over ears, rocks back and forth

What am I going to forget to pack? I am going first to the UK, and then straight to Miami. I know I'm going to forget something. What?