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'Serenity'


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.

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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
It's actually been a really hard year, when you stop and do the math. Eliot would cry, too, if it didn't take him seventy minutes of therapy, two cocktails, and a Sondheim medley before he can experience a human emotion through the haze of his PTSD.

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
It's actually been a really hard year, when you stop and do the math. Eliot would cry, too, if it didn't take him seventy minutes of therapy, two cocktails, and a Sondheim medley before he can experience a human emotion through the haze of his PTSD.

Spiders killed the thread.


§ ita § - Sep 01, 2005 8:00:23 am PDT #10000 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

I wish I could share my spider ignoration. There was one that lived in my bathroom and kept ending up on my bathrobe, and I'd shake it onto the floor every time I found it. I'm assuming it was always the same one, but it died in a cleaning accident a few days ago.


DXMachina - Sep 01, 2005 8:06:52 am PDT #10001 of 10001
You always do this. We get tipsy, and you take advantage of my love of the scientific method.

Yadda, yadda, this thread is closed. Continue bitching over here:

"Spike's Bitches 26: Damn right I'm impure!" Sep 1, 2005 10:06:29 am PDT


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