I know I'm a bad poet, but I'm a good man. All I ask is that... is that you try to see me—

William ,'Conversations with Dead People'


Spike's Bitches 28: For the Safety of Puppies...and Christmas!  

[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.


vw bug - Dec 16, 2005 7:35:55 am PST #171 of 10001
Mostly lurking...

Just got an e-mail from the prof I tutored for this semester. Both students I tutored let her know how extremely helpful I was. That made me feel a little better. We're going to try to plan better next semester, which will be good. I think we're going to cut off students registering for tutoring four weeks before the end of the semester. That will allow me to really be able to help them with their papers and avoid this end-of-the-semester crunch that we had this semester.


WindSparrow - Dec 16, 2005 7:51:18 am PST #172 of 10001
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.

Sounds like a good solution, vw.

Today I can't seem to type, keep slipping in random letters that neither belong in the words I am typing nor yet are placed on the keyboard anywhere near the right letters. And it isn't a case of my fingers deciding to type actual words that just happen not to be the words I was planning to write. That happens sometimes, and I often wonder what exactly the message would be if left unchecked. Maybe I should get sloshed sometime and just start typing to see what comes of it.

I was planning to take a poll about whether I should spend the last couple hours before work napping or reading. I think I just answered my own question, though. G'nite.


P.M. Marc - Dec 16, 2005 7:53:59 am PST #173 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear

Plei, how is the Squeak?

Feeling better. I'm hoping she actually eats something today--she seemed happy enough with the toys when we dropped her off, but I anticipate a sad, wilted Lily when I get home.


vw bug - Dec 16, 2005 7:56:10 am PST #174 of 10001
Mostly lurking...

The food is here. I want them to set up quicker. I'm hungry.

t /all about me

Actually, we know that tag will never close...


Stephanie - Dec 16, 2005 7:57:21 am PST #175 of 10001
Trust my rage

Oh, Plei, I hope she has a good day. No matter what, I'm sure seeing Mommy will perk her up.


Nora Deirdre - Dec 16, 2005 8:06:44 am PST #176 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)

Dear Co-Worker:

For Christmas, I would like it if you spoke to me about something that wasn't a problem or issue. I would like a conversation with you to revolve around something that isn't insinuated is a problem I created or a situation that is my fault. Yes, the conferences this week went well. Thanks for asking! Yes, I am certain that whatever I do with the credit card machine will end with us being laible to lawsuit. Thanks. You don't have to be nice or civil to me every day, but maybe once a week, you might say something to me that does not have the subtext of, "you're a dumb ass, Nora."

GOD.


Aims - Dec 16, 2005 8:12:58 am PST #177 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.

MM had to hide one of Emeline's Christmas packages from me cause I almost opened it.

We don;t know what family member it's from, but I want to OPEN IT NOW.

It's from American Girl.


§ ita § - Dec 16, 2005 8:14:34 am PST #178 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Aimée! Set a good example!


Topic!Cindy - Dec 16, 2005 8:16:43 am PST #179 of 10001
What is even happening?

Aimée! Set a good example!
Yes, open it, to ensure her safety, and then re-wrap it, like any good mother would.


DawnK - Dec 16, 2005 8:19:14 am PST #180 of 10001
giraffe mode

Aimee, what ita said (but I have to tell you that when I was getting stuff for my daughter from American Girl, Mom and I would always open every box, take the stuff out and squee over it - it was FUN!)