'The Train Job'
[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.
What, VW, you don't want to celebrate unity and diversity? You must be EEEEVIL.
I'm highly amused by the Mary Sue discussion. Especially the "you can only hope it's not your story and the plot moves her away from you" bit. Hee.
Why do I find the thought of a clown at a christening very very odd??
What, VW, you don't want to celebrate unity and diversity?
No! I DO! Just not right outside my window when I have HOURS AND HOURS of homework and reading to do.
Emily is giggling as she tries very hard not to share the badfic.
See, one day she's going to be doing this to *my* fic, and I'll never know. Although, she insists my fic will be good; I'm not so sure.
Clowns do seem a little odd.
Oh! I also found my jasmine pearl green tea. I drink it all day at work. Hot water unwinds the leaves and they look like alien tentacles. Which disturbs people.
No, VW, I can tell. You are totally ANTI UNITY. And into HOMOGENEITY!! (HOMOGENEOUSNESS?). This "homework" and "life" and "peacefulness" thing is just a front.
I can't imagine that your fic would be anything less than fabulous, bug. It shall henceforth be known as bugfic.
HOMOGENEOUSNESS?I forgot milk. Damn.
meara, you're all spicy today. Hey, anyhow, how does one celebrate diversity and unity at the same time?
I need motivation. I have two lessons to complete, and a stack of freelance work I haven't even looked at yet. (And why did I even agree to do it, when I'm already doing a stack that's going to pay more?) I take on more than I can comfortably do, then I procrastinate and make it even more stressful. I should be working, but I'm burning CDs and hanging out on Buffistas.
I think I'll go for a walk. Maybe the exercise will get my brain cells moving.
Trudy, you star! Playing Caroline's. I'm beyond impressed. Because even out here in the whitebread desert, we know that's for comedy's bright lights. If I could, I'd be there.
Yikes, dw. I hope Susan feels better soon.
I am, for the first time in ages, not taking Flexeril today. This plan is subject to change but I'm giving it a shot.