Aims, you should have said something. I'd've taken Elliot home with me.
And Sean, those cats stay on the roof. Obviously much easier to manage.
Simon: Captain... why did you come back for us? Mal: You're on my crew. Simon: Yeah, but you don't even like me. Why'd you come back? Mal: You're on my crew. Why we still talking about this?
'Safe'
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.
DebetEsse - Mar 01, 2005 8:04:59 pm PST #3999 of 10001
Woe to the fucking wicked.
Connie Neil - Mar 01, 2005 8:45:37 pm PST #4000 of 10001
brillig
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I mean, it was just sitting there, unloved, for 40 minutes.
DebetEsse - Mar 01, 2005 9:00:45 pm PST #4001 of 10001
Woe to the fucking wicked.
GG: !!!!!!!!!!Whooot!!!!!!!
Sorry. I just had to do that in a way that would not scare the cat.
Good Night to you all
vw bug - Mar 02, 2005 1:45:13 am PST #4002 of 10001
Mostly lurking...
Robin, I'm so sorry to hear about your niece. Your whole family will be in my prayers. I am glad that she's getting treatment.
I have conquered the sestina. I even feel pretty good about what I've got. And, it's not due till Friday, so all is well.
I'm sleepy. Must make coffee.
Cashmere - Mar 02, 2005 3:02:51 am PST #4003 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.
Aimee, my cat tried to bite the baby this morning, so I empathize. The cat just insists on sitting RIGHT NEXT to Owen and then gets techy when he tries to touch him. If he bites my kid, he's becoming an outdoor kitty.
Lee - Mar 02, 2005 4:06:59 am PST #4004 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I seem to be awake. This is wrong.
§ ita § - Mar 02, 2005 4:08:10 am PST #4005 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Have you thrown your cares away yet?
Lee - Mar 02, 2005 4:09:58 am PST #4006 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Pffft.
Nora Deirdre - Mar 02, 2005 4:16:53 am PST #4007 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
So tired. Now must try to debug HTML code.
I am stupid and my co-workers don't have time to give advice.
ETA: not that it's their job or anything. But I do need a little help. Guess I'll just have to suck it up, like people have done since the dawn of time.
§ ita § - Mar 02, 2005 4:17:58 am PST #4008 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I just thought, it being the perfect time, and everything ...
I just found ants in my bookshelf. You know, I get it when there are ants in the kitchen. But bookshelf? That's even more random and fruitless than in my bath.