Pardon me, Daniel wasn't lost. I knew right where he was the whole time.
Kaylee: You're nice, too. Mal: No, I'm not. I'm a mean old man.
'Serenity'
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.
WindSparrow - Jul 07, 2005 5:59:15 pm PDT #9176 of 10001
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
brenda m - Jul 07, 2005 5:59:33 pm PDT #9177 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
Susan, fabulous. How did I miss that?
I left the shade on my front window open today, and when I came home, the cats were sitting on either side of the window, watching for me.
When I had Lucy outside Deena's house, the neighbor cats sat in the window and glared for about fifteen minutes straight. I don't think they even blinked.
DCJensen - Jul 07, 2005 6:01:50 pm PDT #9178 of 10001
All is well that ends in pizza.
Pardon me, Daniel wasn't lost. I knew right where he was the whole time.
Grumble. Can't be lost when you haven't been someplace.
Okay, I shouldn't have left the map on the kitchen counter, but I knew where I was. Just...not where the street where the group home was located.
Lilty Cash - Jul 07, 2005 6:01:52 pm PDT #9179 of 10001
"You see? THAT's what they want. Love, and a bit with a dog."
Speaking of drinking and European sex (and who cares if it's exactly what we were talking about, let's indulge!), I am both packing and drinking a Seabreeze. (This liquor ain't just going to evaporate out of the apartment. Is it? Because if it is, I'd better drink faster.)
This packing for a backpack stuff? Hard. I keep being tempted to bring things that are cute rather than serviceable. Shoes, I can deal with. I think I'm going to bring my Tevas for just about everything, then a pair of regular old flip-flops. I figure, they can be used for showers or to look sassy if nessecary (Because I'm skanky like that.)
But, must I really say no to one satin cami? If it gets wrinkled enough, it looks like it's supposed to be that way! What if I go to a pub and there is a pretty Irish/Italian/Swiss/French boy? And I can roll up my little khaki skirt until it takes up just about no room at all!
Of course, once there, the real problem with the Irish/Italian/Swiss/French boy is not turning into that girl who flips over the accents. I don't want to be that girl. (I so am.)
Me: Be cool be cool be cool.
Dude: 'Allo.
Me: Let's make out.
DCJensen - Jul 07, 2005 6:03:33 pm PDT #9180 of 10001
All is well that ends in pizza.
t denial
Wasn't lost.
t /denial
WindSparrow - Jul 07, 2005 6:08:13 pm PDT #9181 of 10001
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
Of course not, honey. You knew right where you were, the whole drive.
DCJensen - Jul 07, 2005 6:10:06 pm PDT #9182 of 10001
All is well that ends in pizza.
snerk
Polter-Cow - Jul 07, 2005 6:11:06 pm PDT #9183 of 10001
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!
Me: Be cool be cool be cool.
Dude: 'Allo.
Me: Let's make out.
That's totally me, with chicks!
Even if they don't have an accent.
billytea - Jul 07, 2005 6:11:09 pm PDT #9184 of 10001
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
Confirmation! The date tomorrow, she is a go. I have suggested a Sri Lankan place for dinner. She will meet me there rather than giving me her address, because the axe murderers like a challenge.
[Hefts axe] "Where is she? ...Gee, I hope nothing's happened to her."
WindSparrow - Jul 07, 2005 6:12:39 pm PDT #9185 of 10001
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
Billytea, you are a very cute axe-murderer. BTW, just what did the axes do to piss you off so badly you had to kill 'em?