Ugh. Just heard someone might have jumped in front of the train on the line I take home.
I battle evil. But I don't really win. The bad keeps coming back and getting stronger. Like that kid in the story, the boy that stuck his finger in the duck.
Buffy ,'Showtime'
Spike's Bitches 27: I'm Embarrassed for Our Kind.
[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.
Aims - Oct 28, 2005 3:00:50 pm PDT #1241 of 10003
Shit's all sorts of different now.
§ ita § - Oct 28, 2005 3:07:17 pm PDT #1242 of 10003
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I only get to eat curry on the rare occasions I'm eating out without him.
He hates curry that much? That's not just hate, that's oppression.
Just heard someone might have jumped in front of the train on the line I take home.
You know, I think suicide is ... well, an option, if not a happy one. It is however, often selfish, and when you start fucking with strangers, supremely so.
billytea - Oct 28, 2005 3:07:50 pm PDT #1243 of 10003
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
Those who don't use them are the sort of naive futurists who think that we'd have banned war, poverty, and crappy popular music by now. They are intellectual failures, clockcuckooland residents, and the first against the wall when the revolution comes.
Wow. They really are for Americans.
Anne W. - Oct 28, 2005 3:11:20 pm PDT #1244 of 10003
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.
Has anyone read about this? Mindblowing.
Susan W. - Oct 28, 2005 3:15:55 pm PDT #1245 of 10003
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights
He hates curry that much? That's not just hate, that's oppression.
Well, it does have a strong smell. I think it's heavenly, but obviously he doesn't. And when you're in an Indian restaurant, you can't escape it.
erikaj - Oct 28, 2005 3:16:17 pm PDT #1246 of 10003
Always Anti-fascist!
Go,bot. Fight the power. I'm sure your parents God and Ayn Rand will totally understand. I do eat licorice a lot. Where else will I find candy black as my heart? Thanks, Deena. Maybe one day I'll write a book called So Lucky: a memoir of the jobless. It really does make me sad to hear that. But not half as much as when I got into a bus accident and everyone said "cha-CHING"(Not exactly like that, but like I'd gotten some kind of Leonard score or something...I could "be set for life".)
§ ita § - Oct 28, 2005 3:18:44 pm PDT #1247 of 10003
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
And when you're in an Indian restaurant, you can't escape it.
There's food I don't like, but there's only one food I dislike so much I can't be around the smell -- and I get mocked soundly for that.
dw - Oct 28, 2005 3:24:01 pm PDT #1248 of 10003
Silence means security silence means approval
For the record, I am officially at the end of my rope at work. If I could just walk out of here tonight with a simple "Fuck you, I quit" resignation Post-It I would have twenty minutes ago.
Now, the Dean has decided that the office does not dress "professional" enough. WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT MEAN?
dw - Oct 28, 2005 3:25:31 pm PDT #1249 of 10003
Silence means security silence means approval
That's not just hate, that's oppression.
I hate curry because, to me, it smells like feces and tastes like dirt.
Amy - Oct 28, 2005 3:27:24 pm PDT #1250 of 10003
Because books.
I hate curry because, to me, it smells like feces and tastes like dirt.
When I was about 12, we had a neighbor who cooked with curry every night, or so it seemed. The smell was just omnipresent, but also stale and a bit burnt. I never even wanted to try it after that.