For Jilli. Skull socks.
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.
Not a bitch.
He's had tons of friends over all the time. He can hang in his own room for a bit.
I feel like a big bitch.
OTOH, maybe they recognized that tons of work to do trumps hanging out doing not much of anything.
Raq, my deepest sympathies to your friends. That is probably the most ghastly thing happening I could possibly imagine.
Raq, that's tragic. Sympathies to your friends. I can't imagine what they're going through right now.
I need entertainment.
Raq, that is terrible. Much ~ma to your friends.
{{Raq}} {{friends}} peace to their newborn's memory.
I just watched the episode of Bones that made Steph cry. It made me cry too.
Ah, I feel vindicated.
was it the angsty music? tell me that it wasn't the angsty music.
Speaking only for me, it was not the music. I have issues with kids being/feeling abandoned (yeah, yeah, I know -- I have plenty of therapy under my belt), and when Bones was talking to the kid and he was all traumatized thinking that his foster mother wouldn't take him back -- I lost it.
It's a pretty easy button to push, even when the execution of the scene isn't stellar. (It's also why I always always always turn off Hope Floats before Geena Rowlands' funeral and Bernice's shithead father walks away.)
Anyway. Enough about me and my mental illness.
That scene in Hope Floats kills me every.time.