Note to world: still want to lick david boreanaz
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.
Trudy, you have good taste.
Trudy, I take it you watched Bones?
Did it make you cry? At all?
And if it didn't, can you lie and tell me it did? Because I'm still crying like a big baby over here.
I just caught the end, dammit.
Granted, a large part of why I'm crying is my own issues, which therapy and drugs will never never get rid of, and a small part is PMS, but I think it had some legitimate tear-jerking-ness.
I missed the first twenty minutes or I'm sure I'd be very weepy indeed.
I have a fabulous pink vodka sauce simmering on the stove and Dave is late getting here. Grr.
We have a mail in ballot to vote on the coal plant issue.
I had to stop watching it. It freaked me out too much.
Boreanaz, still lickable, though.
I would have been a little weepy if they hadn't kept hammering us over the head with "you are supposed to be all choked up, are you choked up yet?" Instead, I just rolled my eyes a lot. I can be callous and strange when whacked with anvils.