Mal: Take your people and go. Captain: You would have done the same. Mal: We can already see I haven't.

'Out Of Gas'


Spike's Bitches 25 to Life  

[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.


P.M. Marc - Jul 15, 2005 5:04:12 pm PDT #1196 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

My hair is now so Lisa Miller, I may take to calling Paul "Dave" or something. The hairdresser was working off a completely NON Lisa Miller picture, and the vague alterations to the style I indicated were in order left me with, well, Lisa hair.


DavidS - Jul 15, 2005 5:45:39 pm PDT #1197 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."

My hair is now so Lisa Miller, I may take to calling Paul "Dave" or something. The hairdresser was working off a completely NON Lisa Miller picture, and the vague alterations to the style I indicated were in order left me with, well, Lisa hair.

Pictures! I demand pictures! Make your husband shoot you! Dave! Shoot her!


erikaj - Jul 15, 2005 6:04:02 pm PDT #1198 of 10001
I'm a fucking amazing catch!--Fiona Gallagher, Shameless(US)

(Flashing on "cute" "striking" handsome" conversation.)


Cass - Jul 15, 2005 6:06:49 pm PDT #1199 of 10001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.

Hec, sweetie, you have issues. But then, many of us subscribe.

My weekend plans are up in the air now. I think I just bribed someone into letting me stay with them on the grounds that I am cute and amusing. I'm cute and amusing, right?


Lee - Jul 15, 2005 6:33:15 pm PDT #1200 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

You are, Cass.

I keep trying to tuck my hair behind my ear, then realizing there is no hair there to tuck.


Maria - Jul 15, 2005 6:44:39 pm PDT #1201 of 10001
Not so nice is that I'm about to ruin a Friday morning for a bunch of people because of a series of unfortunate events and an upset foreign government. - shrift

Huzzah for umfriends!

Palmeiro hit number 3000. I'm totally impressed with the fans in Seattle. That was a very classy response.

So jealous of Susan, her DH and Annabel right now.


DCJensen - Jul 15, 2005 7:28:59 pm PDT #1202 of 10001
All is well that ends in pizza.

Fay didn't get a chance to hook up with my sister Jeannie when she was in Cairo, and my sister came back married.

Cause and effect? I dunno. You be the judge.


DCJensen - Jul 15, 2005 7:31:23 pm PDT #1203 of 10001
All is well that ends in pizza.

Meanwhile...

When chips are down, they play the Clinton card


Steph L. - Jul 15, 2005 7:35:41 pm PDT #1204 of 10001
the hardest to learn / was the least complicated

Okay, Sin City? Frank Miller has got ISSUES, baby. And here's the weird thing -- while I found the graphic novels to be utterly disturbing in their level of violence, seeing those same scenes in live-action just took them right over the top into utter, utter absurdity. I ended up snickering/giggling/donkey laughing through most of it.

Oh, the boy, you ask? Was it a date? I'm not sure. Maybe. The theater we went to has Hitchhiker's Guide playing right now, and when I saw the sign for it, I commented that I hadn't seen it, but wanted to.

So later, when I took Boy home (I drove, being a totally liberated control freak), and as he was getting out of the car and saying goodnight, he asked, "So do you want to see Hitchhiker's Guide, maybe next week?"

So -- I'ma just call tonight a maybe-date for now. No kiss, which is not that big of a deal but still weird, for reasons I'm not going to elaborate on right now (and sorry -- I know that's unfair, to make a vague statement like that, but for now, embrace the vagueness). No kiss, but plans to go out again -- so....maybe-date. Huh.

Hee.


Connie Neil - Jul 15, 2005 8:18:49 pm PDT #1205 of 10001
brillig

Praise all gods, they're keeping Hubby till Sunday. I don't have to spend tomorrow fretting over a man with surgical wounds lying in the house all alone and can instead focus on my quest to get within touching distance of Billy Idol.

Hubby's doctor was going to release him tomorrow because he's recuperating so well, but the standard length of stay would be till Sunday, considering all the work that got done. Doc is always impressed with Hubby's drive to get back on his feet. Doc had initially thought Hubby was being a wimp for insisting that the pain was bad enough to have the surgery now instead of holding off for a few more months. However, when Doc got in there and saw the damage, he said, "You shouldn't have been able to walk around as much as you were. You essentially had a broken back." Trust my Hubby, Doc. When the World's Most Stubborn Man says, "It's too much, fix it," then we're obviously into the terrain of "Average men are begging for a bullet to the head to put them out of their misery."