Susan, I'm so sorry for your loss.
See, Vera? Dress yourself up; you get taken out somewhere fun.
Jayne ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
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.
sumi - Aug 16, 2005 8:40:18 pm PDT #6852 of 10001
Art Crawl!!!
libkitty - Aug 16, 2005 8:44:47 pm PDT #6853 of 10001
Embrace the idea that we are the leaders we've been looking for. Grace Lee Boggs
It's all a matter of degree, bt. Some of them were bad, but kinda cute.
Perhaps I should remind you about that single thing, though.
billytea - Aug 16, 2005 8:48:00 pm PDT #6854 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.
It's all a matter of degree, bt. Some of them were bad, but kinda cute.
Ok, then allow me to add some more. Let's see you laugh these off:
"Do you sleep on your stomach? ...Would you mind if I did?"
"Hi, I suffer from amnesia. Do I come here often?"
"Hey, what are you doing next Saturday? I need a date for my wedding."
"What's a girl like you doing in a nice place like this?"
"Do you have any Irish in you? ...Would you like to?"
Not that I would dream of using lines like that. Perfect gentleman, me.
libkitty - Aug 16, 2005 8:52:33 pm PDT #6855 of 10001
Embrace the idea that we are the leaders we've been looking for. Grace Lee Boggs
And yet, I laugh. But I'm very, very sleepy, so all sorts of weird things could seem funny right now.
Everything wrong with you I like.
This could be sweet and wonderful, depending on context.
Cass - Aug 16, 2005 8:55:19 pm PDT #6856 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.
Everything wrong with you I like.Pretty sure that is a paraphrase of how DxH proposed.
I know, the x factor is shocking after reading that.
libkitty - Aug 16, 2005 9:00:32 pm PDT #6857 of 10001
Embrace the idea that we are the leaders we've been looking for. Grace Lee Boggs
Psychokitty is mewing all over the apartment: "pet me, play with me, but do so from a large distance." He hasn't done this for awhile, and it's seriously getting on my nerves, so I'm off to my bedroom where I won't be able to hear him AND I'll be able to do the reading that I really need to get done. But, no computer there, so toodles all!
Billytea, I am so bummed that you live on the opposite side of the world.
Daisy Jane - Aug 16, 2005 9:21:49 pm PDT #6858 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Is anyone still around?
Volans - Aug 16, 2005 9:26:01 pm PDT #6859 of 10001
move out and draw fire
kinda but not really...just poking my head in to say:
((((Susan)))). Lots of strength to you. What you said about already starting the grieving process is true, but it will still be tough for a bit. But a little of him lives on in you and your beautiful daughter.
Cass - Aug 16, 2005 9:31:37 pm PDT #6860 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.
I was heading to bed, Heather, but I can stick around. What's going on?
Cass - Aug 16, 2005 9:34:26 pm PDT #6861 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.
And we either just had a little (or far away) earthquake or a really quiet truck went by. FTR, before anyone worries, really tiny. Laptop twitched on my lap, candles got a little extra fickery... So I'm up at least until I refresh the CalTech page several times.
Time passes. Douglas Adams collects a royalty payment.
Eh, refreshed it and no tiny red square. Between this and the traffic maps, I am ruled too much by colored blobs on a Web site.