GRAAGGGH!!!
Jilli warning:
spider on my bed. argh. am retreating to end of. crap. no way to get it out, and it's now behind/beneath my bolster. crapcrapcrap. not small enough to deal with on my own. crap.
Yeah, but you're an amateur fry cook and I come from a long line of fry cooks that don't live past 25.
Buffy ,'Showtime'
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.
P.M. Marc - Sep 01, 2005 7:50:40 am PDT #9990 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
Lee - Sep 01, 2005 7:53:56 am PDT #9991 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Ick, Plei. Maybe you can send a cat in after it?
I was sure this thread would be dead by the time I got to work.
EpicTangent - Sep 01, 2005 7:54:48 am PDT #9992 of 10001
Why isn't everyone pelting me with JOY, dammit? - Zenkitty
Finally caught up after days and days, in time for the thread rollover. Cool.
Timelies All.
Things-coming-together-ma, Susan.
Things-will-be-great-try-to-stop-stressing-ma, sj.
Love Daria, always enjoy the nights when I can't sleep yet at midnight, and get rewarded for sleeplessness with Daria.
Joining in the thankful that -t's okay bandwagon.
Anybody else? Hugs, -ma, and glitter - distribute as needed.
Steph L. - Sep 01, 2005 7:55:56 am PDT #9993 of 10001
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe
I am so cranky. God. I paw at the keyboard ineffectively and blah.
That's downright poetic.
EpicTangent - Sep 01, 2005 7:57:16 am PDT #9994 of 10001
Why isn't everyone pelting me with JOY, dammit? - Zenkitty
Plei, could you use a big glass for capture and stiff paper (cardstock, greeting card, postcard) for containment? Or is that far too close for comfort?
Sorry I can't help in person. Spider capture-and-release is a specialty of mine.
Nora Deirdre - Sep 01, 2005 7:57:40 am PDT #9995 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
Thanks, Tep! That helps.
Lee - Sep 01, 2005 7:59:35 am PDT #9996 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Is it dead yet?
Sparky1 - Sep 01, 2005 7:59:38 am PDT #9997 of 10001
Librarian Warlord
Spiders I can live with. Ants bring out the mass murderer in me.
Volans - Sep 01, 2005 7:59:57 am PDT #9998 of 10001
move out and draw fire
Work-ennui free verse - the new haiku.
I think I had too much coffee this morning. I have a headache and I feel queasy.
I think you were at work way too early.
Steph L. - Sep 01, 2005 8:00:07 am PDT #9999 of 10001
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe
Spiders killed the thread.