Willow ,'End of Days'
[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.
fireworks still going off - cat seems ok with it all. went to a party and got to hold annabel peapod - a chiuahuah ( there is something I have no idea how to spell) for an hour. Yes, had good food and beverages, talked to friends and neighbors and heard Dh play base. but... PUPPY!
andi! no more scary stories before bedtime! so glad you and Daniel and the cats made it home safe .
Beej, your friend wants slapping into the middle of next week. ijs. NO social skills. Bad friend. No biscuit.
James Marsters !=BBOC for me. Spike does in a major way. But not James himself. Now, Johnny Depp will always have the BBOC factor no matter what.
Yes. This. The pretty's all well and good, but Marsters does strike me as being a bit of a pillock, which - not so much with the sexy. Whereas Spike - well, okay, yes, also a bit of a pillock. But within a given context of big epic events/demonic possession/blahblahblahnarrativecakes and what have you, rather than within a given context of being an actor.
Johnny Depp. Gah.
Windsparrow, I've really been enjoying the wee glimpses of your courtship and travels - forgive the stupidity of the question, but are you visiting with Daniel now or have y'all moved in together? I realise it must have been made clear at some point, but I think I missed it. And I've been wondering, and felt kind of embarrassed about asking, because I should totally know, but - I don't.
t /sheepish
Also - EEEK on the whole kitty thing! Most distressing! But with a happy ending, so yay.
Fay, they're moving in together after a very long long distance courtship.
I have set my alarms, set up my coffee maker, lit a tealight (there's a reason I have a lot of very twitchy smoke detectors in the house) and drugged myself into what I hope is soon a nice, bad-dream-free oblivion. Until then I am trying to stretch a little as my muscles are just screaming tight right now.
If I am posting past, say, 11:30 on the board, gently nudge me to bed please. If that fails, just kick me the hell out of the clubhouse for the night.
I am enjoying Dan and Andi's living in sin. Not enjoying that I just earwormed myself with Electronic.
Gronk. Back from a day that started with breakfast with Sparky and didn't stop until we got home about ten minutes ago.
Am increasingly cranky WRT 4th of July stuff, in large part because of being down in my parents' neighborhood this evening. In the years since I moved out, there has been an increase in younger (read 40 somethings with teen children) people living there (when I was growing up, there were still a lot of old people, but they've died off), and their fuckwit children and their fuckwit children's fuckwit friends crowd the place with their SUVs and illegal fireworks and drunken fratboy antics. Gah. Forgot how much I hate where I grew up (well, the people--the location is gorgeous).
Have I mentioned the plucky, can-do spirit of a bunch of bored, rich white people who every year have a drive to raise tens of thousands of dollars for a fireworks display off the Point? I swear to DOG, it brings out my inner commie, and all I can see is wealth that should be re-distributed.
Feh.
If it makes you feel any better, Ple, JZ is almost done with her hand decorated onesie for Lilybean. It's amazing what you can do with a bleach pencil.
People make me meh. We hates them but they are everywhere so we simply tries to ignore them muches of the time.
I am not sleepy but I am far more relaxed. I am hoping sleepy is just lurking and will soon come to visit.
I got a brief email from a friend thanking me for what I thought was just basic human kindness and being nice. It's making me smile.
I guess I don't hate all people. Just most of them. Like the idiot driving around beeping his horn.
Fucks with my zen.
If it makes you feel any better, Ple, JZ is almost done with her hand decorated onesie for Lilybean. It's amazing what you can do with a bleach pencil.
Yay!
Except for my Inner Marxist coming out to play (dude, I thought I smushed her ass with Atlas Shrugged), and my Lingering Sense of Moral Outrage, it's been a nice day. Hung with Sparky, Pete and Jilli, and friends of the family (the reason we were in the old 'hood) before winding up at the house of my parents. Had some kick-ass ribs, a glass of wine, and took in the amazing view from S and J's beach cottage. (It's set on a hillside, and in addition to an incredible view, they have an amazing garden that I know was a lot of money and effort, yet looks as though it should always have looked that way--very peaceful spot.)
Plei is me with the inner communist and looking at money spent that could buy people food. I think mine's congenital, but I keep trying to keep it damped down enough to coexist in today's society.
I have no idea why I'm up again. Oooh--Quantum Leap's on--the football ep!
and took in the amazing view from S and J's beach cottage. (It's set on a hillside, and in addition to an incredible view, they have an amazing garden that I know was a lot of money and effort, yet looks as though it should always have looked that way--very peaceful spot.)Sounds like it was worth every penny and drop of sweat. Peaceful spots should be cherished like this.