This is true, and man, he should not be that cute.
Boys should not be allowed to have eyes and lashes like that.
Deena's son Nick can give Son of Gaiman a run for his money. Nick is far too pretty for his own good.
Illyria: Wesley's dead. I'm feeling grief for him. I can't seem to control it. I wish to do more violence. Spike: Well, wishes just happen to be horses today.
'Not Fade Away'
Natter 40: The Nice One
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Steph L. - Dec 03, 2005 12:40:00 pm PST #9023 of 10006
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe
P.M. Marc - Dec 03, 2005 1:06:21 pm PST #9024 of 10006
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
Deena's son Nick can give Son of Gaiman a run for his money. Nick is far too pretty for his own good.
He is, but Son of a Neil is also GEEKY, and geeky trumps musical.
§ ita § - Dec 03, 2005 1:16:06 pm PST #9025 of 10006
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Thanks, Plei. Now I need to find the bulk of the beads somewhere cheaper than Fred Segal, decide on the back of the necklace, and then I'll be good to go.
Atropa - Dec 03, 2005 1:44:08 pm PST #9026 of 10006
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
He is, but Son of a Neil is also GEEKY, and geeky trumps musical.
Errr ... in my universe, they're about even.
sarameg - Dec 03, 2005 2:29:37 pm PST #9027 of 10006
Someone explain to me why I keep falling asleep. I've probably been alert maybe 4 hours today. My sinuses are killing me, which I think I can blame on the weather. Between the cold and all the damned fronts....
Lee - Dec 03, 2005 2:30:51 pm PST #9028 of 10006
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Because you stole all the sleep I wanted to get today?
sarameg - Dec 03, 2005 2:35:20 pm PST #9029 of 10006
That's possible. I slept over 10 hours overnight, and then once I got up, I kept crashing. It was kind of silly. Did manage to get to the grocery store.
Lee - Dec 03, 2005 2:37:22 pm PST #9030 of 10006
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
GIVE THEM BACK!
sarameg - Dec 03, 2005 2:39:39 pm PST #9031 of 10006
You can have them tomorrow. I need to clean and do laundry and maybe see a movie.
I'm *really* dreading the prospect of a snow storm tomorrow monday night.
(huh. the forecast changed.)
Lee - Dec 03, 2005 2:40:32 pm PST #9032 of 10006
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Hmph. I guess that's better than nothing.