Seems like just yesterday you were contemplating the best way to flirt with him.
And repeatedly thwacking him over the head with a sword turned out to work just fine. How silly I was to be so worried about it!
River: You're not right, Early. You're not righteous. You've got issues. Early: No. Oh, yes, I could have that. You might have me figured out, then. Good job. I'm not 100%.
'Objects In Space'
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.
amych - Nov 01, 2005 10:21:26 am PST #2059 of 10003
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
Nicole - Nov 01, 2005 10:22:09 am PST #2060 of 10003
I'm getting the pig!
Happy Birthday, Ginger!! For this new year of your life I'm wishing you bunches of sure-footedness, buckets of coordination and tons of good luck around sharp objects and fountains. Heh.
Maidengurl(ie) - {{{{{{{{{{{{{{you}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}} My only advice at this point is alcohol and male strippers. For you, your mom, K-bug... all y'all!
Calli - Nov 01, 2005 10:23:28 am PST #2061 of 10003
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
Happy Birthday, Ginger!
And repeatedly thwacking him over the head with a sword turned out to work just fine.
So that's what I've been doing wrong. [Note to self: buy sword.]
Connie Neil - Nov 01, 2005 10:23:43 am PST #2062 of 10003
brillig
Grocery shopping depresses me because, by it's very nature, you are doomed like Sisyphus to do it over and over
I love that image of food shopping. Thank god I married a man who can cook. I simply cannot think in terms of flavors. He'll have me taste something and ask, "What does it need?" Unfortunately, my only answers are "Garlic? Onion? Teriyaki?" To which he says, "No, it needs ginger." Umm, OK.
Life would be simpler without taste buds. We could all eat cheap gruel and not care.
P.M. Marc - Nov 01, 2005 10:30:24 am PST #2063 of 10003
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
Life would be simpler without taste buds. We could all eat cheap gruel and not care.
As much as I love cooking? I'm totally with you on that one. It's the 21st century. Where are my food pills, damn it!
SuziQ - Nov 01, 2005 10:34:12 am PST #2064 of 10003
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
My only advice at this point is alcohol and male strippers. For you, your mom, K-bug... all y'all!
Ummm, no.
I mean, YES to booze and boyz - but NO to sharing with mom or K-Bug.
Maria - Nov 01, 2005 10:34:49 am PST #2065 of 10003
Not so nice is that I'm about to ruin a Friday morning for a bunch of people because of a series of unfortunate events and an upset foreign government. - shrift
Happy birthday Ginger!
I pay the bills, do the grocery shopping, and cook (or order out if necessary). He cleans. If he cooked, we'd be eating Tuna Casserole or hot dogs and Fritos. ::shudder::
erikaj - Nov 01, 2005 10:38:13 am PST #2066 of 10003
Always Anti-fascist!
Note to self: Buy sword? Susan, I swear I didn't mean to be an asshole. Best of luck, in any case.
Amy - Nov 01, 2005 10:39:18 am PST #2067 of 10003
Because books.
See, to me, hot dogs and Fritos? Yum!
But then one of my all-time favorite meals is the magazine casserole thing my mom used to make, which is macaroni, ground beef, and Campbell's tomato soup, with bread crumbs on top. I have the taste buds of a 15th century peasant, apparently.
Connie Neil - Nov 01, 2005 10:44:15 am PST #2068 of 10003
brillig
the magazine casserole thing my mom used to make, which is macaroni, ground beef, and Campbell's tomato soup
Maybe I could cope with this variant. My mother made it with macaroni, ground beef, and stewed tomatos, without any additional seasoning one would find in soup. It was called slumgullion, and I still have nightmares about it.