Kaylee: H-how did you... g-get on...? Early: Strains the mind a bit, don't it? You think you're all alone. Maybe I come down the chimney, Kaylee. Bring presents to the good girls and boys.

'Objects In Space'


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.


beathen - Feb 04, 2005 5:13:01 am PST #9102 of 10002
Sure I went over to the Dark Side, but just to pick up a few things.

{{Nora}}

I started a new LiveJournal where I write detailed reports of each of my appointments.

Good idea. I had a roommate who used to do this and also write down how she was feeling everyday so that when she went in for appointments she could pull out her journal and accurately describe her problems (they were many).

it was in fact her fate to find the Buffistas and bless us with her presence, though she joined before I did, so I don't know why I'm including myself in this whole fate manifesto.

Yes, I'm still a newbie, but it was my fate to join here (and thank goodness it happened!). How can you say otherwise as I click "Post message"?


Pix - Feb 04, 2005 5:15:53 am PST #9103 of 10002
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie

Alright, did people get the jello, wax, bendi-straws and penguins for the "ceremony"?

Is it wrong that I'm now looking forward to this?


-t - Feb 04, 2005 5:35:23 am PST #9104 of 10002
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration

Is it wrong that I'm now looking forward to this?

It's fate. Amor fati, baby.


beathen - Feb 04, 2005 5:38:29 am PST #9105 of 10002
Sure I went over to the Dark Side, but just to pick up a few things.

My one year Buffistaversary is next month. I can't believe it.

How do you find out the date. I can't remember when I signed up.

I can already tell that it's going to be a looooong day. But I have the weekend to long forward to (hi P-C!) and I'm cooking lots of fun stuff this weekend:

  • chicken enchiladas with corn cakes & spanish rice
  • french toast (yum)
  • homemade pizzas

Fooood. I'm hungry now.


Anne W. - Feb 04, 2005 5:38:56 am PST #9106 of 10002
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.

Whoever slowed time down today needs to turn it back up to its proper speed right now.


Anne W. - Feb 04, 2005 5:42:10 am PST #9107 of 10002
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.

How do you find out the date.

Haven't a clue. I was at the Phoenix from the get-go, but I joined up with the Buffistas either at TT or WX, and I can't remember which and I can't remember when.


Nora Deirdre - Feb 04, 2005 5:42:52 am PST #9108 of 10002
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)

heh, Anne, i'm having the opposite problem. I am looking at the clock and, having done pretty much nothing work related, can't believe that it's almost 11 and I suck.

I think it's that I am slower than time today. Whatever the fuck that means. It sounded profound in my head though.


Pix - Feb 04, 2005 5:44:13 am PST #9109 of 10002
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie

Whoever slowed time down today needs to turn it back up to its proper speed right now.

What Anne said.

beathen, the only reason I know the date is because I had bookmarked it since my delurking was on a rather eventful night (when we started raising money to bring Nilly to the US).


tommyrot - Feb 04, 2005 5:44:26 am PST #9110 of 10002
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

How do you find out the date.

If you know roughly when it was, and what thread, you can threadsuck (or download archived threads) and do a "find" in your browser for the first occurence of your name.

If your first post was in Natter or Bitches, you might have to download a number of threads before you find the right one.


Steph L. - Feb 04, 2005 5:45:41 am PST #9111 of 10002
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe

I have a small cloud of mess-things-up-foo over my head. Small because it's just little things, but they're enough to make me grumble. Things like 1 extra page in the final laid-out article, which fucks up the page count of the overall journal. Things like Apple not shipping my iBook on time.

Minor stuff. But combined with cramps and a sinus infection that doesn't look like it wants to go away even in the face of massive antibiotics -- well, I grumble.

NO BRACKETS, PLEASE. I want to wallow in my grumbliness.