Ooh, slumbernut!
...Sevens. I like... sevens.
Oh! And four sevens add up to 28, which is a perfect number. Gotta like that.
You know, I just... I woke up, and I looked in the mirror, and I thought, hey, what's with all the sin? I need to change. I'm... I'm dirty. I'm, I'm bad with the... sex and the envy and that, that loud music us kids listen to nowadays.
Buffy ,'Lessons'
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.
billytea - Aug 21, 2005 3:35:58 pm PDT #7777 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.
Fay - Aug 21, 2005 3:38:08 pm PDT #7778 of 10001
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.
Is it that "liking" = "you are a pleasant human being and I do not consider you a blight on the planet" and "fancying" = "please remove your clothing NOW"?
Well, pretty much, yeah. Fancying = experiencing physical desire for object of fancyage. One can like someone without fancying them (as, for example, I like my sister), and, I guess, fancy them without liking them - eg I fancy the pants off the guy who plays Ronon Dex on SGA, but can't claim to like him because I don't know him, or know the first thing about him. He may be a charmless twat. But boy howdy, he is distractingly attractive. (I realise that my point didn't actually need illustration, but the opportunity to mention SGA's big strapping hunk of Tall, Dark and Shaggable arose, and I took it.)
I like the boy in Cairo, but I don't feel at all passionately about him, or that whole flush of excitement at seeing him - you know, the whole deal where you DIG someone, rather than just liking them and maybe being persuadable to more because there isn't anyone else around whom you really do dig.
reflects.
Wow. What a coldblooded thing to say about someone. I suck.
billytea - Aug 21, 2005 3:41:30 pm PDT #7779 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.
Wow. What a coldblooded thing to say about someone. I suck.
Pfft. Of course it's not, it's realistic. It does no one any favours to be dishonest about something like this, especially to yourself.
Zenkitty - Aug 21, 2005 3:59:04 pm PDT #7780 of 10001
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
I second the tall strapping shaggability of Ronon Dex on SGA. He reminds me of Tyr on Andromeda, except he's on a better show.
Gris - Aug 21, 2005 4:17:47 pm PDT #7781 of 10001
Hey. New board.
Wow. What a coldblooded thing to say about someone. I suck.
Not true! As the tea-man said, it's realistic.
meara - Aug 21, 2005 6:05:32 pm PDT #7782 of 10001
Not coldblooded unless you're like, straightup saying it to their face with no provocation (ie, you haven't just gotten a declaration of lurrrrve that you need to fend off). You can't fancy everyone. Then you'd be in a horrible state.
I have a pan of brownies that I made because I wanted them (and they're soft on my throat, really!) but I suspect if I brought them to work, people would shy away. I mean, I've been on antibiotics for days and days, just cause I"m still sick doesn't mean you can't eat my baked goods! Um.
billytea - Aug 21, 2005 6:12:02 pm PDT #7783 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.
Not coldblooded unless you're like, straightup saying it to their face with no provocation (ie, you haven't just gotten a declaration of lurrrrve that you need to fend off). You can't fancy everyone. Then you'd be in a horrible state.
How about if you just rent out a billboard opposite their apartment?
meara - Aug 21, 2005 6:19:32 pm PDT #7784 of 10001
How about if you just rent out a billboard opposite their apartment?
"Dear Bob: I like you, but not like that. Sorry. Love, Fay"
billytea - Aug 21, 2005 6:24:05 pm PDT #7785 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.
"Dear Bob: I like you, but not like that. Sorry. Love, Fay"
I think there should be diagrams. "I would do anything for love, but I won't do that." [Arrow points to Bob]
sj - Aug 21, 2005 6:38:53 pm PDT #7786 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Have I mentioned I hate cleaning? I do.
Have I mentioned I'm a packrat? I am.
I will never, ever be done clearing out the upstairs storage room.
Substitute upstairs storage closet for my bedroom or the guest bedroom, and Jilli is me.
Me too.