You can't open the book of my life and jump in the middle. Like woman, I'm a mystery.

Mal ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'


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.


Deena - Jun 28, 2005 6:52:23 pm PDT #7508 of 10001
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara

I love that song.

The Lily is beautiful. I love that picture of her with her tongue out.

The new Tep 'do is striking, and, though it may be the glassy eyes from the cold, I thought the eyes in the face forward picture were quite striking as well.

Anne insent.

...and I'm heading for bed. Before midnight! Let's see if I actually sleep.


erikaj - Jun 28, 2005 6:52:49 pm PDT #7509 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!

If that doesn't prove I'm a. Not completely craxy. and b. Not completely lacking in propriety... I have reverence...I have reverence coming out of my bottom! And that is even better than the time I went through an entire demonstration with "Space Cowboy" stuck in my head..


SailAweigh - Jun 28, 2005 6:53:21 pm PDT #7510 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb

Happy Birthday, Hec! (Hey, there's still another hour and some to go here, it's valid.)

I bought a digital camera today. And I colored my hair (medium auburn.) I'm hoping to pick up a package tomorrow with my tiara in it. Then, there will be pictures.


Lee - Jun 28, 2005 6:53:26 pm PDT #7511 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

That would be a good idea, Nicole.


SailAweigh - Jun 28, 2005 6:55:03 pm PDT #7512 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb

I had no songs stuck in my head at all today, but that didn't stop me from admiring my boss's legs while he was having a department meeting. I don't need no stinking reverence. I just need pretty legs.


Lilty Cash - Jun 28, 2005 6:55:57 pm PDT #7513 of 10001
"You see? THAT's what they want. Love, and a bit with a dog."

You were feeling it, dude. You got it. How many people were sitting there hearing an adult from Charlie Brown talking, all "Waa waa waah."

And with that, I should probably stop talking and go to bed before I embarrass myself.

Any interesting drink ideas to use up the rest of the vodka or gin should be forwarded to Lilty the Singing Lush Who is Hair, and her Giggling Roomate.

ETA: Shite, I thought it but never typed it. Happy Birthday, Hec! (Four minutes East Coast to spare. Whew.)


P.M. Marc - Jun 28, 2005 6:58:18 pm PDT #7514 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

Perkins, we've left them alone for the long weekend before. The only reason we didn't last time we went to SF was because Mo needed meds.


Lee - Jun 28, 2005 7:09:03 pm PDT #7515 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

I think they will be okay. I think I can ask someone to look in on them on Saturday or Sunday too.


Scrappy - Jun 28, 2005 7:11:43 pm PDT #7516 of 10001
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.

Cats are fine on their own for a long weekend. Really. If you make sure they have plenty of food and water, they'll amuse themselves. One cat, probably not, but yours have company. I have left pairs of cats alone for three or four days all my life and never had a single problem, other than getting the cold shoulder when I got home, but that happens no matter what I do.


Lee - Jun 28, 2005 7:13:18 pm PDT #7517 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

As long as Ozzie doesn't eat Perkins, I think so.