April 1 should have been the Wonder Dog's birthday. Sigh.
'Serenity'
Spike's Bitches 23: We've mastered the power of positive giving up.
[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.
Oh erika, I'm sorry. Some losses don't go away, do they?
I'm sorry Erika.
No, they really don't.(But there were never party hats, I feel like I should explain.)
Lucy says Happy Birthday anyway, Bailie. And hugs to you Erika.
Aw, thanks everyone.
I feel not so geeky now. But in a slightly wistful way, not in a gloaty way.
meara sums up my feelings admirably. I do know someone who has a ring inscription tattoo (I'm pretty sure he's not the StuntHusband, as he lives in Savannah and is not named Alex), but I looked at it blankly and had to be told what it was.
{{erika}}
Yay for Stephanie's baby shower and fun family and old friends, that sounds great.
(eta: NGA? Now your iPod can [link]
Gronklies, everyone. So pleased about both the April and the Friday things. I wonder if I should do something useful with this impending weekend?
Azathoth is the blind, idiot god who sits on a black throne at the center of Chaos. His scent is high-pitched and screeching, both impenetrably dark and searingly bright with the clarity of madness: tangerine, saffron, vetiver, black amber and cedarwood.
That sounds like it would smell good.