Man, you just get darker and darker, and the weird thing is, your aura? Beige.

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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 Booth - Oct 27, 2005 6:57:19 am PDT #897 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

Ah, thanks all. It's just a really hard time right now. I think I'll probably bring some flowers home tonight and try to somehow make things better, but I'm just getting really tired of living like this.

I'm touched that your response is to be even more kind. Even if it doesn't work its good for your soul to be a good man. (I don't mean that in a 'going to heaven' way, I mean that in a 'walking around in your skin looking yourself in the mirror' way.)


Aims - Oct 27, 2005 6:59:49 am PDT #898 of 10003
Shit's all sorts of different now.

{{{{}}}} GUD!! Dump away or not. We love you.

Beverly, yes, I cut my hair. In the owrds of most 2 yearolds, "ALL GONE!"

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Beverly - Oct 27, 2005 7:04:55 am PDT #899 of 10003
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

Aimee, it doesn't look that much shorter than when I saw you in SF last month. It wasn't actually long, then.

I was going to mention that all my kids did when they were three (okay, one was 2-and-a-half and one was 3-and-a-half--split the difference) was do a Mission Impossible climb over the baby gate, made possible by using a step-stool and then lifting the step-stool over the gate so they could use it to climb up on the kitchen counter, and then lift it up onto the counter to reach the tippy-top shelf of the tippy-top cabinet where the baby aspirin were stored, and sharing the bottle between them.


SuziQ - Oct 27, 2005 7:07:25 am PDT #900 of 10003
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame

When K-Bug's boyfriend was a wee toddler, he would climb out of his crib, get out back, climb the back fence, go through the dog door of the house next door, grab something out of their fridge and watch their tv. Supposidly this happened even with measures in place to keep him from getting through various doors.

I think his older bothers were helping him in order to get rid of him. He has evil twin older brothers.


Aims - Oct 27, 2005 7:07:50 am PDT #901 of 10003
Shit's all sorts of different now.

Aimee, it doesn't look that much shorter than when I saw you in SF last month. It wasn't actually long, then.

I had about 7 inches chopped. It's all cropped and short and nape-arific in the back.


vw bug - Oct 27, 2005 7:11:03 am PDT #902 of 10003
Mostly lurking...

Finally got ahold of independent study professor. Going to start using a new e-mail address to get ahold of him. Hopefully this will work. He says he'll look at the stuff tonight.

So, maybe the survey can still go live tomorrow.


Beverly - Oct 27, 2005 7:11:41 am PDT #903 of 10003
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

It sounds adorable, Aimee. I miss having short short hair, especially in back. Of course with winter coming I miss having hair long enough to flip back over my shoulder, too. I'm in that bad mid-length place, and can't decide whether to cut or keep growing.


Aims - Oct 27, 2005 7:15:12 am PDT #904 of 10003
Shit's all sorts of different now.

Mid-length sucks. That's why I finally cut mine. It was more aggravating than anything.


Steph L. - Oct 27, 2005 7:16:39 am PDT #905 of 10003
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe

Beverly, I thought your hair *was* short?


P.M. Marc - Oct 27, 2005 7:24:11 am PDT #906 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

VW, insent with my findings.

Gud, I'm sorry.

Gronk. Think I'm going to have to break down and make coffee. Lillian got spooked by something in her sleep and was up being clingy and crying at 2am, and I have to function enough to bake a cake for my mother's birthday.