Book: I believe I just... I think I'm on the wrong ship. Inara: Maybe. Or maybe you're exactly where you ought to be.

'Serenity'


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 - Feb 14, 2005 5:00:28 am PST #910 of 10001
What is even happening?

Tom Petty had it right, even with all the pot. Maybe that's whyfor all the pot. Actually, I have no clue if he smokes pot (except that he's a musician, and so I stereotype, oh, and he looks and talks like most of my favorite potheads).

Will someone Nilly me Ginger's post (or link to her LJ in a post, or just her LJ name) about Valentine's day. I want to rec it in an entry I'm making.


tommyrot - Feb 14, 2005 5:05:01 am PST #911 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.

Actually, I have no clue if he smokes pot

Well he did do that song, "Last Dance for Mary Jane," which despite the necrophilia-ish video, makes more sense to me as a song about pot.


§ ita § - Feb 14, 2005 5:13:35 am PST #912 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

I think Tom Petty went on record as saying he wasn't sure what the song was about. Which, really, makes the pot thing more likely.


Ginger - Feb 14, 2005 5:16:41 am PST #913 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda

Cindy, it's here -- [link] I'm gingerk.


tommyrot - Feb 14, 2005 5:20:32 am PST #914 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.

I think Tom Petty went on record as saying he wasn't sure what the song was about. Which, really, makes the pot thing more likely.

lyrics: [link]

OK, after reading them I'm not sure what the song is about either... maybe about how he's a ramblin', travelin' musician type....

There's pigeons down on Market Square
She's standing there in her underwear


vw bug - Feb 14, 2005 5:37:43 am PST #915 of 10001
Mostly lurking...

Goodness. What a morning.

Got myself all ready and out the door only to get to the subway and have it be so packed that I couldn't even pay and get into the waiting area. As I was standing there trying to decide what to do, there was an announcement (that you can never understand...such horrible speakers!), and I caught "significant delays" at the end.

Well, since I'm REALLY trying to make it to all of my classes this semester, I decided to drive. So, I ran home, printed out directions and off I went.

Amazingly, I made it here just in time for class. I'm a little more stressed out than usual, though. So, I'm trying to take a few minutes and chill before I hit the work I need to get done during my break today.


Topic!Cindy - Feb 14, 2005 5:48:58 am PST #916 of 10001
What is even happening?

Cindy, it's here -- [link]. I'm gingerk.

Thank you, Ginger. Adding you to my fl, by the way (cindywrites).

Which, really, makes the pot thing more likely.
Hee!

Chill, vw. And good for you!


vw bug - Feb 14, 2005 6:01:50 am PST #917 of 10001
Mostly lurking...

I need this paper to magically write itself in the next 1.5 hours. Think that'll happen?

Also, Cashmere, have you heard anything yet?


brenda m - Feb 14, 2005 6:02:33 am PST #918 of 10001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there

NY Times this morning on the origin and purpose of Valentine's Day: [link]


Laura - Feb 14, 2005 6:06:06 am PST #919 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.

Wow. Well done with the transport vw. (I might have gone back to bed)

Maybe any leftover ma can be sent towards my father, who goes in for a knee replacement today and is mightily freaked about it.

I'm picturing your dad in those commercials showing dancing people after the surgery. Most people are very happy with the results. Knee~ma headed his way.