Remember that sex we were planning to have, ever again?

Zoe ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'


Spike's Bitches 22: You've got Angel breath  

[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.


tommyrot - Feb 18, 2005 9:11:37 pm PST #2032 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

a very young child, not even school-aged yet, I hated and fought sleep because it gave me the creeps to have my consciousness just disappear on me like that. What if sometime it didn't come back?

When I was child of not yet school age, I was fascinated by the loss of consciousness aspect of sleep. Like, when you go to bed you are waiting for something (sleep) to happen, but you will never be aware of the arrival of what you are waiting for. It also seemed to me that when you woke up in the morning, it should seem like no time at all had passed since the time you fell asleep, as you obviously were not conscious of anything that happened while you were asleep (excepting dreams). The fact that this was not true was fascinating to me. I also thought it fascinating that you could have a whole elaborate dream, and experience a whole range of perceptions and emotions, but when you woke up you'd often forget the entire dream. It's like the dream experience made you into a slightly different person, but then that new person was lost when you forgot the dream.


Lee - Feb 18, 2005 9:13:15 pm PST #2033 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

Hey Tommyrot, don't make any plans for dinner on Monday March 21st, okay?


tommyrot - Feb 18, 2005 9:17:18 pm PST #2034 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

Hey Tommyrot, don't make any plans for dinner on Monday March 21st, okay?

Why? Are the penguin police coming to arrest me? (Sorry, I'm tired and felt the need to say something surreal.)

So you'll be in town (obviously)? Cool!


Lee - Feb 18, 2005 9:20:23 pm PST #2035 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

I will. I should add that part to F2F, shouldn't I? I think the plan is to go to a cajun place. Maybe Aurelia will be along shortly to get more specific.


aurelia - Feb 18, 2005 9:33:06 pm PST #2036 of 10001
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.

And magically, I appear!

So... Monday, March 21... we're doing the cajun thing with Lee at Heaven On Seven. Time and which location (downtown vs Wrigleyville) are negotiable.


Lee - Feb 18, 2005 9:39:20 pm PST #2037 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

Funny how that happens.


aurelia - Feb 18, 2005 9:45:46 pm PST #2038 of 10001
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.

It's an illooooosion. The IM is quicker than the eye.


Anne W. - Feb 19, 2005 2:38:38 am PST #2039 of 10001
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.

In my philosophy, no one has a right to take another person's life for any reason because this life is all a person gets, and taking it away means annihilating them forever.

I love how you put that, Jen. I've heard non-atheists claim that atheists don't value life as much because they don't believe in an immortal soul, but this phrase hits that argument right below the waterline.

What fascinates me about these discussions is that so many different belief systems seem to arrive at similar conclusions (life is precious, we need to take care of this planet, we need to make sure that the downtrodden are protected, etc.) from entirely different starting points.


Anne W. - Feb 19, 2005 2:41:52 am PST #2040 of 10001
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.

Coffee and crackers:

The realtor comes on Monday to take pictures of the house. I have today and tomorrow to finish up most of what needs to be done. Things that won't show in photos or that can be discreetly hidden don't have to be done, but there's a lot left to do.

How stressed out am I over the house thing? Let's just say that three out of the past four nights I have woken up at 2 am with an upset tummy and a brain that won't turn off.


DCJensen - Feb 19, 2005 3:16:19 am PST #2041 of 10001
All is well that ends in pizza.

Happy Anniversary Kat & Lori!

Happy Birthday Beverly!