Buffy ,'Empty Places'
[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.
Now I'm wondering if adult diapers would be tight enough and have strong enough fasteners to prevent them from being blown off as the dream Buffistas fall to earth at 120 mph.
I'm probably not helping, am I? Or perhaps half-naked skydiving Buffistas would be less disturbing than adult diaper clad....
That sounds like progress, juliana. Good for both of you, and let it be as helpful as possible.
Um. Pregnant, but everyone already knew that.
Last night's dream dipped into the bizzare. Two particular buffistas somehow ended up parachuting in just t-shirts and adult diapers (yes, you read that right)
My father was a paratrooper in the 101st Airborne in the early '60's. He'd say that sometimes, jumping with an adult diaper wasn't a bad idea.
juliana, I'm glad counselling was good. I'm a 'shipper, you know.
>Mom's schedule today is to be dialyzed in the morning and then surgery around noon. She thinks she will be back in her room by the time I get off work - 2:30-ish.Many prayers for an easy, effective surgery, and a quick recovery (and some peace of mind for you, sweetie).
Cindy - I know you are right about the raisins. I can only eat a couple of candy corn before they taste wrong, so no biggie there.
I have something of a candy corn problem. I don't actually like candy corn--or don't like it much, but since it's only around once a year, I end up taking some, then some more, then some, and then I realize how cloying it is, and only stop when I get self-aware enough to ask, "I don't even like this stuff, why am I making myself sick on it?"
I switched my user name to match my lj, for consistancy sake, that is all.
I keep wanting to call you Maxine. I think it's my mind's way of reminding me Maidengurl=Lexine.
I have something of a candy corn problem. I don't actually like candy corn--or don't like it much, but since it's only around once a year, I end up taking some, then some more, then some, and then I realize how cloying it is, and only stop when I get self-aware enough to ask, "I don't even like this stuff, why am I making myself sick on it?"
Candy Corn + Peanuts 4eva!!!!
The salt helps the sweet and makes it less likely to make you sick when you eat a ton of it.
Oh. Yum. I mean, STOP IT!
I don't actually like candy corn--or don't like it much
I don't care for it, either. But every time I hear or see it mentioned, I have sort of a ghost taste of it in my mouth. Better than the ghost taste of brussel sprouts, I guess.
I don't wanna get up. It's a half day for Yom Kippur, and I am only teaching one 45 minute class, which is doing nothing but finishing their standardized testing.
On the bright side, that means I only have to be in school for a couple of hours and got to sleep in this morning, so wheee!
Not it!
Man, it is so weird to be HAPPY about that fact.
I keep wanting to call you Maxine.
Now I have a picture of myself as a blue haired old lady. Gee, just the image I need of myself this morning. *grin*