Buffy: A Guide, but no water or food. So it leads me to the sacred place and then a week later it leads you to my bleached bones? Giles: Buffy, really. It takes more than a week to bleach bones.

'Dirty Girls'


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 - Jul 14, 2005 4:28:19 pm PDT #920 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.

My bro still smokes pot on a daily basis. I think this might be the trip for me to take up the habit.

So insteading of I dos, they'll be exchanging 'I Duuuude's?


brenda m - Jul 14, 2005 4:41:17 pm PDT #921 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

As long as it's got a reasonable alcohol content, something like gin or vodka will work just fine. But, pure alcohol is an effective way to go too.

But not nearly as versatile. I say, pack the tequila.


billytea - Jul 14, 2005 4:41:18 pm PDT #922 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.

Oh, that reminds me. When I called up D, I learned that Gareth had been arested again. New offence, D seems to think he's probably used up all his lives on this one. He'll likely wind up fully incarcerated for a while now.


billytea - Jul 14, 2005 4:42:19 pm PDT #923 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.

But not nearly as versatile. I say, pack the tequila.

Right! Just remember when sharing it out, to leave a slug for the snake.


meara - Jul 14, 2005 4:43:35 pm PDT #924 of 10001

Hmm. I do not have the liquid tylenol. I do have some kind of weird anasthetic-benadryl-mylanta mixture that the doctor prescribed, but it doesn't seem terribly effective. For that matter, neither was the vicodin I tried a few hours ago, just to see. HMPH! Managed to swallow a little soup. Still feeling too bleah to get dressed and leave the house, even if just to walk out to the car and get stuff.

Yay speed dating, yay Fay (who is adorable, and deserves plenty of action), good luck to Teppy! I'm actually...flying to Chicago in a few weeks for my umfriend's brother's wedding, as she is afeared of similar family drama as you, Tep. Perhaps what you need is an umfriend!


Trudy Booth - Jul 14, 2005 4:43:52 pm PDT #925 of 10001
Greece's financial crisis threatens to take down all of Western civilization - a civilization they themselves founded. A rather tragic irony - which is something they also invented. - Jon Stewart

Gareth had been arested again

Oh dear. He really is a piece of work.


Cashmere - Jul 14, 2005 4:48:32 pm PDT #926 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.

Sorry about your brother, bt. If it's any consolation, just when I thought my brother had reached rock bottom and started to dig, he did manage to get his act together a little bit and seems to be stable and doing well. I hope yours can do the same. For his own sake, if nothing else.

And yay on the speed dating.

{{{meara}}} I hope you're feeling better soon.

With *my* family, you have NO idea.

Mine, too.

But not nearly as versatile. I say, pack the tequila.

I call Brenda for my survival buddy.


billytea - Jul 14, 2005 4:50:29 pm PDT #927 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.

Oh dear. He really is a piece of work.

Yeah. I think the general reaction from people that are not him is just a weary lack of surprise on this, it just seemed so obvious it was coming. As you will have noted, it hasn't done much to dent my mood. (Frankly, D seems happy enough, his own dating is going well, and that's my primary concern where Gareth's concerned.)


billytea - Jul 14, 2005 4:52:28 pm PDT #928 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.

Sorry about your brother, bt. If it's any consolation, just when I thought my brother had reached rock bottom and started to dig, he did manage to get his act together a little bit and seems to be stable and doing well. I hope yours can do the same. For his own sake, if nothing else.

That would be nice. We'll see, depending on how he reacts, a shock like this could conceivably make things either better or worse. I declare him to be Schrödinger's Gareth, further updates as warranted.


Topic!Cindy - Jul 14, 2005 4:53:14 pm PDT #929 of 10001
What is even happening?

Hmm. I do not have the liquid tylenol. I do have some kind of weird anasthetic-benadryl-mylanta mixture that the doctor prescribed, but it doesn't seem terribly effective. For that matter, neither was the vicodin I tried a few hours ago, just to see. HMPH! Managed to swallow a little soup. Still feeling too bleah to get dressed and leave the house, even if just to walk out to the car and get stuff.

Oh, baby. I think Vicodin has aceta...aceto... shares the active ingredient in Tylenol, so don't cross dose with these two. It's ridiculously easy to get a toxic amount of the active ingredient in Tylenol. Maybe Advil? Do you have any in the house? You should not go out. You're too sick. I hope the anti-biotic kicks in quickly.

Oh, that reminds me. When I called up D, I learned that Gareth had been arested again. New offence, D seems to think he's probably used up all his lives on this one. He'll likely wind up fully incarcerated for a while now.
Oh, as usual, dear. I'm sorry he has to go through this the hard way, and take your dad, you, and the rest of your family somewhat along for the ride, at least emotionally.

Yay for the speed dating. I can't imagine women not ticking your box. And by ticking your box, I mean...well, I just actually meant ticking your box. The rest is up to you, young man. I'd recommend you start by correcting your gravely erroneous opinion on the serial comma. Your parents, God and Ayn Rand agree.