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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.


Topic!Cindy - Feb 01, 2005 4:16:12 pm PST #8654 of 10002
What is even happening?

It's a small house. 1 bed room, 1 living room GIANT walk in closet, kitchen and bath. Small yard. and it's a steal. The lady wants to get some one to do an inspection and see if any repairs will be needed, they haven't inspected it in awhile, and that may effect the price.
askye, that's great. Congrats!

I have come to the conclusion that (a) you have an obsessive side and (b) you really shouldn't encourage it.
You're just coming to that conclusion now, Hec? How do you think I got here, in the first place?

Cashmere, it's a lost cause. I was like this about little games (like Solitaire with playing cards, that is) before I ever had access to a PC (not P-C). PC Solitaire was a horrible addiction, and then my folks gave me a little hand held game. Spike Mahjongg was also deadly. Hopefully, like those, this obsession will pass.


Anne W. - Feb 01, 2005 4:19:22 pm PST #8655 of 10002
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.

{{{Nora}}}

askye, yay on potential house rental!

P-C, congrats on the feedback.

Cindy, I share your pain on the cat-stacking addiction. Unfortunately, I'm addicted without being any good at it.


Anne W. - Feb 01, 2005 4:20:29 pm PST #8656 of 10002
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.

Serial:

Jonathan and Victoria from the amazing race are going to be on the next Dr. Phil special. I think I just threw up in my mouth a lot.


Cashmere - Feb 01, 2005 4:23:58 pm PST #8657 of 10002
Now tagless for your comfort.

Spike Mahjongg was also deadly. Hopefully, like those, this obsession will pass.

Heh. I do that, too. I will play something non-stop until I get entirely sick of it and then walk away from it forever.

To be fair, that addictive streak runs in the fam. ;)


DCJensen - Feb 01, 2005 4:47:08 pm PST #8658 of 10002
All is well that ends in pizza.

Interesting: [link]

Convert your LJ into a book-form PDF file.


Nora Deirdre - Feb 01, 2005 5:03:47 pm PST #8659 of 10002
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)

{{{Nora}}} I'm so sorry for your loss.

I'll always take sj hugs, but... I have no loss. he was only a passing barfly acquaintence. I feel so awful for his long time girlfriend though. I knew her better than the recently deceased.


sj - Feb 01, 2005 5:06:29 pm PST #8660 of 10002
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

Ah, I am sorry, I misread Nora. I am really not too awake at the moment, and I have had to skip and skim. How is everything else in your world?


Betsy HP - Feb 01, 2005 5:18:15 pm PST #8661 of 10002
If I only had a brain...

Jilli, have you seen these?


Ginger - Feb 01, 2005 5:19:43 pm PST #8662 of 10002
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda

Good luck with the house, askye.

I have a meeting in the morning I'm not really ready for. Do I work on it tonight or get up early in the morning? Or do I wing it? (I'm leaning towards door number three.)


Lilty Cash - Feb 01, 2005 5:36:19 pm PST #8663 of 10002
"You see? THAT's what they want. Love, and a bit with a dog."

My friend's apartment burned a couple of years ago and she had renter's insurance- besides paying to replace everything- clothes, furniture, etc., the insurance also paid for a hotel room for the two of them while the apartment was fixed and their meals. The stuff you don't really think about until your apartment isn't livable.

Makes mental note to call insurance broker friend (same girl) and get insurance when paid on Friday.

In other insane, 'I can't believe how little I have to work lately' news, my boss told me to cover my shifts on Friday and Saturday to use up last years PTO days before the end of February. Which is cool, except I know damn well that I used every drop of time off I got, and maybe more, last year. I told her this and she said "Well, I can't find record of that, and neither can the company. I think you've got two days left. Take 'em." Rock.