I feel like there is such a stigma attached to that little dark black "edited by Rio" tag.
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.
Rio!! How was The Rico of Costa? Were chips and salsa consumed and sunblock slathered?
Stigma? I heard that the little dark black "edited by Rio" tag is THE must-have accessory of the new millennium.
I am dragging my ass to bed to pass along Buffista hugs to Hec. I don't really need them so much as Hec and EM, who've been studying Emmett's face and kissing his nose since the day he was born, and saw him all freshly banged up and bleeding last night.
BETSY JILLI
LA-istas: Is any of you near North Hollywood?
Black Broom 5050 Vineland Ave North Hollywood, CA 91601
is selling Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab's Chaste Moon perfume tomorrow, one day only, 11AM -7PM. This is a limited edition that has been discontinued.
HEE!! We're taking Parker there Saturday! But we can go tomorrow - we are both off work. Whatchoo needing?
Everyone needs an Edited by Rio tag.
edited by Rio on Mar 24, 2005 9:51:22 pm PST
RIO -- GREY'S ANATOMY SHOULD BE ON YOUR TIVO SCHEDULE.
ALSO, BEEP.
PMM is a show-off.
But hey, I laughed.
PMM is a show-off.
I just took advantage of Firefox's view selection source option. (And am easily amused.)
So, Windsparrow and I may be meeting IRL at the end of April.
Whee!!!!
Susan, those links killed me. The WTFWJD? tee shirt had me laughing so hard I was crying.
I am wide-awake at 5:45 am on MY FUCKING FRIDAY OFF.
Catholic school has changed my biochemistry.
I did go to sleep early last night, and my god, I had bizarre dreams. Maybe this is because I watched Fire Walk With Me for the first time in about 12 years before bed. I forgot how much of a disappointment it was. But my dreams were all about being part of a team of people in some kind of spaceship/factory being pursued by an insane Bob-esque killer who looked just like the villan in the Candyman movie. And there were buses and cheap apartments and relentless stalking and blood and fear. It was all David Lynch meets Clive Barker meets Alien, with elements of my real life thrown in.
I'm drinking some iced tea in the dark and trying to come back to normal.