Death is your art. You make it with your hands day after day. That final gasp, that look of peace. And part of you is desperate to know: What's it like? Where does it lead you? And now you see, that's the secret. Not the punch you didn't throw or the kicks you didn't land. She really wanted it. Every Slayer has a death wish. Even you.

Spike ,'Conversations with Dead People'


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.


Topic!Cindy - Mar 04, 2005 4:23:39 pm PST #4630 of 10001
What is even happening?

Kristin, I don't know what's going on, but I hope it all shakes out your way, dear.

Thanks for the birthday greetings, Bitches.

I'm confused. Did Pete Husband of Reason forget his password, or is this indeed a stunt double? I can't tell in this light.


Connie Neil - Mar 04, 2005 4:24:08 pm PST #4631 of 10001
brillig

Hey, guys! Fresh meat!


Polter-Cow - Mar 04, 2005 4:28:54 pm PST #4632 of 10001
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!

StuntHusband has a new tag. That is because he's new. Welcome. We eat you starting with your bottom.


Scrappy - Mar 04, 2005 4:34:04 pm PST #4633 of 10001
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.

Hiya, StuntHusband! Welcome.


Lee - Mar 04, 2005 4:51:55 pm PST #4634 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

Welcome StuntHusband!


Betsy HP - Mar 04, 2005 5:00:57 pm PST #4635 of 10001
If I only had a brain...

Hi StuntHusband! It's nice to see you again!


Laura - Mar 04, 2005 5:27:34 pm PST #4636 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.

Hey StuntHusband!


SailAweigh - Mar 04, 2005 5:31:39 pm PST #4637 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb

Welcome, StuntHusband!


Thomash - Mar 04, 2005 6:49:35 pm PST #4638 of 10001
I have a plan.

Oh great, so here I am relaxing after my very first day at the very first real job I've had in a year and a half. I'm feeling pretty good considering that Teach for America turned me down for an interview three days ago. I was really hoping for one too. So today I get home and lo and behold, there's an email congradulating me on my recent interview appointment with TFA. So now I have a good, new job that I may have to dump in two months. Which I hate because when I commit to something, I do my best to commit to it. But that's okay, because the very next email tells me that the interview email was a mistake and that I indeed do NOT have my long hoped for interview with TFA. Boy, what a way to fuck with somebodies head.

Lucky for me I now have beer of which I am imbibing in generous quantities. And chocolate chip cookies, which ain't bad either.

end rant


Lee - Mar 04, 2005 6:51:11 pm PST #4639 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

That sucks, Thomash. The cookies and beer don't though. I have beer, but no cookies. I do have ice cream though, for later.