You walk in worlds the others can't begin to imagine.

Drusilla ,'Conversations with Dead People'


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.


beth b - May 10, 2005 8:56:03 pm PDT #8477 of 10001
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!

DH can not find the minimag


Lee - May 10, 2005 9:22:17 pm PDT #8478 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

All this talk about Perk and boobs confuses me, because I know mine aren't.


P.M. Marc - May 10, 2005 9:50:42 pm PDT #8479 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear

Not only do I fail the pencil test, it is occasionally useful to have a means of temporarily holding something small and relatively light. "Honey, hold the mini-maglite for a second?" "In which third hand? Oh, wait--that'll work. And if I stand sideways I can point it in the right direction."

BWAH! So glad it's not just me. (Though I'm more like to shove something between them for storage. The something has, of course, include shot glasses and beer bottles, iffin I was at a F2F at the time.)


Volans - May 11, 2005 12:17:15 am PDT #8480 of 10001
move out and draw fire

In a movie I recently watched a woman says she wants to get liposuction because not only can she hold a pencil under her ass-cheeks, she can hold a tube of Crest toothpaste.


Cashmere - May 11, 2005 1:23:24 am PDT #8481 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.

Seriously, the only plastic surgery I've ever considered is a boob lift. Go team perkification!

Plei is me. I failed the pencil test in the 5th grade. *sigh*

Would someone please remove the vice grips from around my head, please? I went to bed with this headache (a rare one accompanied by nausea and light sensitivity) and woke up with it.

And how the fuck did I get such a morning baby? He's up at 5:30 giggling in his crib. It's not natural.


Cashmere - May 11, 2005 1:29:49 am PDT #8482 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.

Eggo!

Salma's boobs are perfection!


vw bug - May 11, 2005 2:34:24 am PDT #8483 of 10001
Mostly lurking...

I kinda like my boobs...even if it means always having to wear a bra. I was sad when they started to "shrink" about a year ago when I lost quite a bit of weight due to one of my medications.

Poor Cashmere! I hope the headache goes away. I know they are no fun at all.

It's my last day of classes. Of course, I don't have my last assignment done, but I'm working on it.


Laura - May 11, 2005 3:02:23 am PDT #8484 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.

Agreed that Salma's boobs are a beautiful thing.

I hate bras. My size is not a factor in going braless. I wear them much of the time, but Imma thinking of burning them. I've been buying more of the stretchy tops as an alternative.

Deena, Cashmere, and Hil need to feel better. Now. Big healthy vibes headed your way.

I'm buried in work. Ugh. At my computer though, so I hope to be able to pop in throughout the day.


Stephanie - May 11, 2005 3:04:40 am PDT #8485 of 10001
Trust my rage

I forget if its passing or failing but my boobs have no chance of holding a pencil - not even close.

Last night, I had dinner with some neighbors. The wife commented on how my belly was growing, but my boobs hadn't grown at all.

vw - yay for the last day of classes! It always feels so great to be done.

Cashmere, so sorry to hear about the headache. Never fun to start the day that way.


vw bug - May 11, 2005 3:09:27 am PDT #8486 of 10001
Mostly lurking...

vw - yay for the last day of classes! It always feels so great to be done.

It does! My dad actually called a little while ago. He was a little too chipper for my morning tastes, but he was just SO excited for me. It was kinda cute.

I'm not actually *done*, although, I think I'll be able to trick my brain into thinking that I'm done. I still have finals week...which means, one final and two final projects due. I'm not worried about them, though, and actually kind of looking forward to them.

iPod: you're mine, dude!