Yay for the exercising, you two.
Of course, that sounds all slashy now.
[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.
Yay for the exercising, you two.
Of course, that sounds all slashy now.
No, but check this: I set the elliptical machine for fat-burning, which is supposed to work you at 65% of your max rate, and half a minute later it was telling me to slow down. And it kept telling me that for the remaining 6 minutes I was on the machine. I couldn't go any slower!
Wacky machines.
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Emily and vw are being far too virtuous for a Sunday morning. I have *not* exercised, and have instead gorged myself on pancakes.
Also, Daniel and Andi are making me miss my cat. Harvey sounds like quite the snuggler.
HELP! Emily's reading the badfic to me!
Edit: AmyLiz...mmmmmmmmmm...pancakes.
breakfast talk has made my decision - DH can sleep, but I am goingto the coffee shop. he will have to catch up later.
Laura, that sounds like a lovely day. Have fun!
vw, I'm smiling knowing that the book cover art is getting a shiny new frame. It suits you very well.
My day has started with coffee and me trying to figure out if I want to go to the farmer's market and grab some flowers. I think I do, even though it means that I won't still be wearing my fairy princess jammy bottoms and will instead need to put on actual pants.
Then I shall be slothful and watch Too Much Racing and pray that my phone doesn't ring with any new or continuing crisis.
eta: mmmmmmm ... pancakes.
A new girl has mysteriously appeared in my Physics class. Gwen's beautiful, smart, and popular. I have the horrible urge to either pledge my undying loyalty or start calling her Mary Sue.
I never felt like I was living in someone elses bad fic before Buffistas came along. But you guys have excellent taste and great advice so....
How do I get rid of a real life Mary Sue?
Emily and vw are being far too virtuous for a Sunday morning.
See, I got woken up at nine freaking o'clock by some combination of the stage being put up outside my window and the dog barking at it (while lying on my bed). And we've put it off so many times, and later today was going to be such a mess with the festival... it just seemed reasonable. I doubt it will ever happen again.
Mary Sues never leave the story until they've fixed the lives of everyone around them, and/or died a tragic and heroic death.
Your only hope is that the story she's in is not yours, so eventually the plot (such as it is) will move her away from you.