sending out the job ma~~~`
wheee! it is very shiny!
And we live to fight another day.
Mal ,'Objects In Space'
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.
beth b - Aug 31, 2005 11:03:47 am PDT #9862 of 10001
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
Lee - Aug 31, 2005 11:05:39 am PDT #9863 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Almost forgot: Job-ma for Susan and Beth's DH as well.
Stephanie - Aug 31, 2005 11:10:10 am PDT #9864 of 10001
Trust my rage
Jemez Springs at Hummingbird Music Camp
The camp is less than a mile down the road from my parents' house. On the 4th of July, we can hear the kids practicing the songs they will play in the parade. Not sure if you ever went to Battleship Rock, but I've been hiking there with Ellie the past two days.
Polter-Cow - Aug 31, 2005 11:11:14 am PDT #9865 of 10001
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!
Job-ma for beth's DH.
JZ - Aug 31, 2005 11:34:51 am PDT #9866 of 10001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
Loads of jobma for Jilli and Susan and Matt, all of whom deserve excellent jobs, and Lordy, does Matt deserve one that isn't craxy.
Calli - Aug 31, 2005 11:45:30 am PDT #9867 of 10001
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
Job~ma for Beth's DH and much crossing of digits for Jilli.
P.M. Marc - Aug 31, 2005 12:10:25 pm PDT #9868 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
I want a nap. Anyone else?
Who's with me?
Toddson - Aug 31, 2005 12:11:17 pm PDT #9869 of 10001
Friends don't let friends read "Atlas Shrugged"
Job~ma for all. When done, please send eastward - I'm starting the hunt. Things here have gotten too craxy to live with.
Lee - Aug 31, 2005 12:11:38 pm PDT #9870 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Who's with me?
Oh hell yes.
eta: Job-ma for Toddson. I hope it gets better soon, one way or another.
P.M. Marc - Aug 31, 2005 12:13:46 pm PDT #9871 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
Jobma for all!
Also, naps!
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.............
(I mean, sleep when the baby sleeps, right?)