Congrats on the expected arrival, Cash!
Angel: Connor, this is Spike and Illyria. Guys, this is Connor. Connor: Hi. umm...I like your outfit. Illyria: Your body warms. This one is lusting after me. Connor: Oh...no, I--I--it's just that it's the outfit. I guess I've had a thing for older women. Angel: They were supposed to fix that.
'Origin'
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.
Fred Pete - Sep 08, 2005 4:21:18 am PDT #1503 of 10001
Ann, that's a ferret.
SuziQ - Sep 08, 2005 4:53:32 am PDT #1504 of 10001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
Yay Cash! Glad the wee one is percolating along just fine.
My new next door neighbors from New Orleans have a 6 month old baby girl. She is so cute. I hope to see her awake next time though.
I've been at work an hour and it is still too darn early.
eta - too early to try to spell good.
Frankenbuddha - Sep 08, 2005 5:13:11 am PDT #1505 of 10001
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"
Congrats to Cash.
This - Octopus Woman Please Let Me Go - is still making me laugh.
Also, I just realized it could be an alternate orignal title of HELP!
That is all.
Nora Deirdre - Sep 08, 2005 5:16:18 am PDT #1506 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
urg, I think I'm psyching myself up to be sick. I just handwashed a couple spoons here at the office and didn't rinse one very well, because as I was finishing up my yogurt I could taste the dishwashing detergent. Just a trace amount, I'd think. I tried to spit it out, but I don't know if I ingested it. Now my stomach is all crampy and hurts.
Am I overreacting? A former roommate would justify her wildly excessive use of water while washing dishes by saying that if you didn't get all the suds off, you'd get really sick.
Topic!Cindy - Sep 08, 2005 5:21:16 am PDT #1507 of 10001
What is even happening?
Nora, was it the the sort of dish detergent you use in a dish washer, or to hand wash?
Stephanie - Sep 08, 2005 5:21:22 am PDT #1508 of 10001
Trust my rage
Jilli and others who don't like the 8-legged types, don't read:
I killed a baby tarantula in my bathroom this morning!!! It was only maybe 2-3 inches across, but it had furry legs/body. It was actually very pretty, but there was NO WAY I was going to let it stay in my bathroom or try to catch-and-release such a huge spider.
Frankenbuddha - Sep 08, 2005 5:22:47 am PDT #1509 of 10001
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"
Am I overreacting? A former roommate would justify her wildly excessive use of water while washing dishes by saying that if you didn't get all the suds off, you'd get really sick.
The worst thing I ever heard about ingesting soap is that it acts like a laxative. I don't know if trace amounts are going to cause that kind of problem, though.
eta But Cindy's question is a good one - dishwasher soap is a lot harsher, I think.
BTW, how did class go (and the trip home after)?
Megan E. - Sep 08, 2005 5:24:40 am PDT #1510 of 10001
Nora, my thought is that if dish soap was seriously bad for you, they wouldn't let you wash your dishes with it. It just tastes bad!
Nora Deirdre - Sep 08, 2005 5:25:26 am PDT #1511 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
hand wash dish soap. And, Megan, good point.
JZ - Sep 08, 2005 5:27:20 am PDT #1512 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.
Welcome, Shambles! I adore your name.
Awww, Nora, I'm sorry. A mouthful of soap is just nast.
A former roommate would justify her wildly excessive use of water while washing dishes by saying that if you didn't get all the suds off, you'd get really sick.
Huh. When I was doing my JYA in England, the Brits on my hall never, ever rinsed their dishes. They'd run them under hot water, soap them up, and then just put them in the rack to dry, and they all rolled their eyes forever whenever I rinsed.
Not that I'm accusing the entire UK of this -- the sample size (five first-year university students) was a little small, and it's entirely possible, based on the bizarre dining choices they made that they were simply slightly pampered kids whose mothers had never let them in the kitchen and the entire cooking and cleaning up afterwards thing was a deep and inscrutable mystery.
Still, soap on the dishes. All the dishes. All the time.
Great, now I'm psyching myself up to be sick along with you, Nora.