Happy *hic* New Year!!!!!
Buffy ,'Showtime'
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.
Hec, your Phil is the Phil Gordon who's on all the poker shows? The guy who's like 6'7"?
Well, yeah, you'll cry when you think it's appropriate, and you'll cry at times when you haven't even been thinking about it, and you'll cry just whenever.I have been. It's completely confusing when I think I am being all rational and calm right before I just break down crying...
I waver.
It's lovely and just the cyclical nature of the world, and then it is terrible and rips my heart out. Often just metaphorically. Sommetimes it feels too real.
But I am lucky and taken care of.
I put my cell number in my profile, just in case you need it.Thank you. I am going to go and copy it down.
Good morning! Good morning! You've talked the whole night through! Good morning!Good morning! To you!
t / Debbie Reynolds
...man, my mouth feels like the Sahara desert. Must go get water and then maybe slink back to bed for a bit more sleep.
...man, my mouth feels like the Sahara desert. Must go get water and then maybe slink back to bed for a bit more sleep.Fay is precog for my morning to come... Prior to this there shall be talking and drinking and eventually sleep.
You've talked the whole night through! Good morning!Good morning! To you!
I think this should be drunk the whole night throough, as I am really quite drunk. Juliana, on the other hand, woud like people to know that she has tried to post, but it is the Mac's fault.
Happy Temporal Celebration of Orbital Mechanics, everyone.
grumbel gumbel frigging macs. loving perkins, but hating the mac.....
grumbel gumbel frigging macs. loving perkins, but hating the mac.....Oh, totally the Macs fault... But Perkins rocks!
Hec, your Phil is the Phil Gordon who's on all the poker shows? The guy who's like 6'7"?
He's the other Phil. The one they call the Unibomber. He's of average height and greater than average hyper. He's very, err, memorable. Not in a bad way, mind, but he's a force of nature.
It is 2006. We finished 2005 with The Italian Job (ohlittleSethsocute!) and pizza over at Paul's sister, ex-brother-in-law, and nephew's house. It was nice. Now we are flopped randomly in our own home.