The count of three isn't a plan. It's Sesame Street.

Buffy ,'First Date'


Spike's Bitches 26: Damn right I'm impure!  

[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.


Cass - Sep 06, 2005 6:28:49 pm PDT #1029 of 10001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.

I order pizza online all the time. I hate the phone.
Laura, unsurprisingly, is me. Again.

Back hurts. I unlike this. And yes, I am calling my doctor again tomorrow. We're either getting a whole lot more narcotics or we're going irradiate me in some way.

I should go rummage for dinner. However Chef Boyardee is icky to me.


DavidS - Sep 06, 2005 6:29:06 pm PDT #1030 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."

Your son is former A's OF Eric Byrnes?

Heh. Not quite, but he was distraught when they traded him away. Obviously there's a hairdo influence. Though all the A's are fairly shaggy this year.


Laura - Sep 06, 2005 6:33:13 pm PDT #1031 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.

However Chef Boyardee is icky to me.

And Cass is unsurprisingly me. Bobby makes the stuff for himself all the time. I can't stand the smell and won't make it for him.

Well, I stayed up to watch TDS but now it is time for bed. Jon, as usual, was worth the delay of sleep.

G'night Bitches.


Scrappy - Sep 06, 2005 6:35:04 pm PDT #1032 of 10001
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.

I still like Beefaroni. Yeah, I know it's crazy.


dw - Sep 06, 2005 6:37:17 pm PDT #1033 of 10001
Silence means security silence means approval

Heh. Not quite, but he was distraught when they traded him away.

I liked Byrnes. Balls-out fielder.

Obviously there's a hairdo influence. Though all the A's are fairly shaggy this year.

Vs. the M's, who are fairly crappy. Except King Felix.


Lee - Sep 06, 2005 6:38:45 pm PDT #1034 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

I just cooked dinner for myself and did all the dishes afterwards for the 3rd day in a row.

I am prouder of this than I should be, but it really has been a very long time.


sj - Sep 06, 2005 6:39:24 pm PDT #1035 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

Perkins is my new hero.


Laura - Sep 06, 2005 6:41:48 pm PDT #1036 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.

Last post, really.

Perkins should be proud. I don't know when I have managed that feat.


Ginger - Sep 06, 2005 6:44:13 pm PDT #1037 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda

I had a friend who justified her fondness for Chef Boyardee products by contending that they were an entirely separate class of food from actual pasta. It makes a certain amount of sense to me, because I like canned asparagus and I like fresh asparagus, but I think of them as entirely different things.

I just learned that my cousin-by-marriage from New Orleans is going to be relocated to Atlanta for a while. She works for the New Orleans Baptist Theological Seminary, which is relocating its operations to its Atlanta branch. (The main campus is under water.) The school is finding places for the staff to live, so she may be in a dorm or may be staying with someone. She's very nice, but I'm not a good enough person to ask her to stay with me for an extended period of time. I work at home. I work odd hours. I'm selfish. I will make a point to get together with her and do stuff.

I feel guilty.


DavidS - Sep 06, 2005 6:45:07 pm PDT #1038 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."

I liked Byrnes. Balls-out fielder.

We liked him too, though as any regular A's fan can tell you he had to go balls out in the field so much because he was utterly clueless out there and took the most insane meandering routes to the ball.