That's a little weird, isn't it? I mean, I like Not!Emily, but did you tell him he could have stuff?
Nope. But he fessed up...said that he couldn't resist. I don't care. Toto doesn't need 12 anyway. Hee!
Dawn ,'Selfless'
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That's a little weird, isn't it? I mean, I like Not!Emily, but did you tell him he could have stuff?
Nope. But he fessed up...said that he couldn't resist. I don't care. Toto doesn't need 12 anyway. Hee!
That's a little weird, isn't it? I mean, I like Not!Emily, but did you tell him he could have stuff?
That's it. Make him move out!
Because it feels fucked-up and "Rear Window" of me, and like I'm concentrating my energy on negative things.
Naw. What would be fucked up would be for you to go out and actually commit crimes in order to have fodder to write about.
Did you tell him it was for the dog?
erika, I'm not seeing where the guilt comes in. That's just, you know, facts. It's not like your trying to find out what kind hygiene products Ben Affleck prefers or something.
I want to be the Bitch with the most cake.
That will be me, in 2 1/2 months. The wedding cake has grown to amazing proportions--6 tiers, each decorated differently. My future MIL is going all out--sugar flowers, pearlized dust, flavored fondant.
Flavors: Marble, Chocolate Raspberry, Lemon, Amaretto, Carrot, and Italian Rum Cake.
I hope she does little test cakes.....
Maria has killed me dead. Death by cake lust. Not pretty.
erika, you are taking the negative sources of murder and crime and so forth and turning it into fiction for people like me, who like to relax by reading that sort of thing, to enjoy. It's a fine type of alchemy.
Ok. Guilt's a little strong(seems to me English ought to have a few more words for this. Because wrecking a friend's sweater and standing by while someone dies? Not the same.) But I feel embarrassed.
Did you tell him it was for the dog?
Yup. He's like, "Wow. It didn't taste like it!"
Oh, Maria. That sounds devine. When's the party? I'm SO there!
sugar flowers, pearlized dust,
ooooooh.