"My taquitos!"Heh.
There are no pretty boys in eyeliner prancing around me tonight. This is wrong.
Oh and I saw shoes last night that only JZ could pull off. I wanted to tell the woman but was told it might be considered rude.
Look, you got a little stabbed the other day. That's bound to make anyone a mite ornery.
Mal ,'Ariel'
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.
Cass - Nov 20, 2005 8:37:04 pm PST #5904 of 10003
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Steph L. - Nov 20, 2005 9:12:37 pm PST #5905 of 10003
I look more rad than Lutheranism
Dig the Gaz.
I t heart Gaz.
I also have Sunday-night insomnia. Which I most emphatically do NOT t heart one bit.
Lee - Nov 20, 2005 9:13:27 pm PST #5906 of 10003
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
GO TO SLEEP!
billytea - Nov 20, 2005 9:23:47 pm PST #5907 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.
GO TO SLEEP!
She's not doing it. Shout louder.
Trudy Booth - Nov 20, 2005 9:24:30 pm PST #5908 of 10003
Greece's financial crisis threatens to take down all of Western civilization - a civilization they themselves founded. A rather tragic irony - which is something they also invented. - Jon Stewart
t tacklehugs billytea
Steph L. - Nov 20, 2005 9:29:54 pm PST #5909 of 10003
I look more rad than Lutheranism
GO TO SLEEP!
I'M TRYING!!!
billytea - Nov 20, 2005 9:38:22 pm PST #5910 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.
I'M TRYING!!!
It's still not working. Try poking her. I'd do it myself but, well, tacklehugged.
Fay - Nov 20, 2005 10:05:07 pm PST #5911 of 10003
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.
I pop into Bitches, and it's all dogsuits and billytea talking about poking people.
Yep. Same old same old.
Meanwhile, in one of those moments of glorious irony, it turns out that whereas I like talking/thinking about the Hot Boys shagging, in real life the Hot Boys who are shagging like talking about me. I know this because of the following remark from my friend K:
My friend K: "You know C does an excellent impression of you?"
Me: "???? Impressions of me?"
Flatmate: "What about me?"
K: "Nah. But Fay's almost a charicateur of FABulousness. I remember when we were in bed and C was doing an impression of you, Fay, and then he said 'What would Fay think if she knew that I was lying nekkid in bed with you, having just shagged madly, with my peenie (sic) on your thigh, and talking about her?' And I told him 'I thinks she'd applaud.'"
Me: "!!!!!"
Cass - Nov 20, 2005 10:18:08 pm PST #5912 of 10003
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
'What would Fay think if she knew that I was lying nekkid in bed with you, having just shagged madly, with my peenie (sic) on your thigh, and talking about her?' And I told him 'I thinks she'd applaud.'"I am really rather jealous right now.
Huh.
Cass - Nov 21, 2005 12:54:54 am PST #5913 of 10003
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Stupid naps.
Internal clock is all frelled right now.