Poptarts:
Love the second one down, the silver with the purple stones.
Yes, it's terribly simple. The good guys are always stalwart and true, the bad guys are easily distinguished by their pointy horns or black hats, and, uh, we always defeat them and save the day. No one ever dies, and everybody lives happily ever after.
Giles ,'Conversations with Dead People'
Spike's Bitches 24: I'm Very Seldom Naughty.
[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.
Amy - Jun 17, 2005 2:40:47 pm PDT #5453 of 10001
Because books.
EpicTangent - Jun 17, 2005 3:18:58 pm PDT #5454 of 10001
Why isn't everyone pelting me with JOY, dammit? - Zenkitty
Beverly - Jun 17, 2005 3:20:25 pm PDT #5455 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
I know, Aimee! It's gorgeous! I should totally have participated in this exchange--
but I have a plethora of tiaras already. Ask the Bitches who saw the display in Ginger's and my hotel room in Cleveland. I had my Bitch blankee, a copy each of Deb's Famous Flower of Serving Men and Finding Serenity, and all my tiaras arranged on the half-wall between the bedroom and the living area. Brenda added a bottle of Ponche, and Katie, Nicole or someone said, "It looks like a Day of the Dead altar!" Still, tiaras...too many to be adding more. Even though I'm loving the twisted wire, beads, and leaf designs people are linking to.
brenda m - Jun 17, 2005 3:30:30 pm PDT #5456 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
Man. I'm going to see a band tonight, and there's this sort of fan thing where during one song people throw red plastic spoons. I have an entire bag. If I were only craftier (or had any supplies), what a tiara that would make. I've only got about ten minutes, huh. But I do have white duct tape.
brenda m - Jun 17, 2005 3:31:49 pm PDT #5457 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
I had my Bitch blankee, a copy each of Deb's Famous Flower of Serving Men and Finding Serenity, and all my tiaras arranged on the half-wall between the bedroom and the living area. Brenda added a bottle of Ponche, and Katie, Nicole or someone said, "It looks like a Day of the Dead altar!" Still, tiaras...too many to be adding more.
Ooh, that was fun. And the bottle of Ponche is silver so it fit right in.
Oh - I saw a copy of Plainsong on the display table at Borders today and got all exited, before I noticed that it was some Cheater McCopyson's book.
EpicTangent - Jun 17, 2005 3:39:51 pm PDT #5458 of 10001
Why isn't everyone pelting me with JOY, dammit? - Zenkitty
go brenda, go! Craft like the wind!
SailAweigh - Jun 17, 2005 3:43:01 pm PDT #5459 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
brenda m - Jun 17, 2005 3:44:01 pm PDT #5460 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
Well, we have one of those, too.
JZ - Jun 17, 2005 4:01:15 pm PDT #5461 of 10001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
Very different, but quite lovely.
Anne W. - Jun 17, 2005 4:27:15 pm PDT #5462 of 10001
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.
I was let go from my temp assignment today, which is bumming me out. Apparently, they were worried that I wouldn't want to stay in the job for more than a few months.
I'm more bummed about this than I thought I'd be. What's making it worse is that while I have some friends here, I don't have the kinds of friends where I can just go crash at their place for a few hours. My mom is out of town for the summer, and my dad lives over an hour away. ION, I'm feeling rather lonely, and loserish. And fat.
But, I do get my hair cut tomorrow.