Ugh. I think I have finally contracted the plague. I tried to be healthy and do a juice fast to clean out my system, but now I am worried I'm on track for a sinus infection. Makes me want to cry. I now have emotional and physical pain at the same time. Whee!
Jayne (Husband): Oh, I think you might wanna reconsider that last part. See, I married me a powerful ugly creature. Mal (Wife): How can you say that? How can you shame me in front of new people? Jayne (Husband): If I could make you purtier, I would. Mal (Wife): You are not the man I met a year ago.
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
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.
d - Jan 06, 2006 4:22:22 pm PST #3527 of 10001
It's nice to see some brave pretenders trying to make it interesting.
Lee - Jan 06, 2006 5:29:20 pm PST #3528 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Cross posted a few places:
I had to leave my computer in the shop for repairs, so I won't have any internet access at home for about a week. If you need to get in touch with me this weekend, try my cell phone.
Have fun!
sumi - Jan 06, 2006 6:12:39 pm PST #3529 of 10001
Art Crawl!!!
I could swear that there was talk of Jon Stewart and the Oscars somewhere. . . possibly in Natter. . . possibly in Movies. . .
Emily - Jan 06, 2006 6:18:05 pm PST #3530 of 10001
"In the equation E = mc⬧, c⬧ is a pretty big honking number." - Scola
Natter, I think. I remember it.
Is this quite my most pointless post ever?
Karl - Jan 06, 2006 6:49:28 pm PST #3531 of 10001
I adore all you motherfuckers so much -- PMM.
Hec, I'm glad you and JZ got some time with our lovely juliana. One of these days, I'll join you guys at Vesuvio's, now that I'm working in the Presidio.
But not today; too many roller coasters. Don't get me wrong, I love my life, but sometimes I really need an oh-shit handle or two to hang on when things go momentarily pear-shaped.
All's well, all resolved, no worries. But I think I may pour myself a glass of whisky tonight.
(Edited because there's no excuse for poor spelling before I start drinking.)
JZ - Jan 06, 2006 6:56:08 pm PST #3532 of 10001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
Karl! Yes, more meeting-up would be lovely, as would less of a roller-coastery life for you. If you can't find the oh-shit handle, at least there's always whisky.
And huzzah for employment. What are you doing in the Presidio?
Also, this?
our lovely juliana
is such an understatement. She was blindingly, incandescently gorgeous last night. And her beauty is already getting noticed around her neighborhood. The bartender downstairs is giving her freebies, and apparently a couple of days ago an old Italian man serenaded her. Truly, North Beach is worthy of her.
DCJensen - Jan 06, 2006 7:03:31 pm PST #3533 of 10001
All is well that ends in pizza.
Future Fun Fact:
By 2016, most, if not all, Buffistas will have moved to San Francisco.
Aims - Jan 06, 2006 7:04:56 pm PST #3534 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Except the Miracleborns. We will have moved to Antartica to be equidistant from everyone.
amych - Jan 06, 2006 7:04:56 pm PST #3535 of 10001
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
By 2016, most, if not all, Buffistas will have moved to San Francisco.
That is my hope, anyway.
Fay - Jan 06, 2006 7:05:51 pm PST #3536 of 10001
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.
Bless the bartender, and the old Italian man! Way to go, North Beach!
5am. Argh. And I've been awake for 1 1/4 hours already, pottering around with tidying/packing finishing-off (after a good 2 or 3 hours of sleep).
::yawn::
Off to London, and thence, tomorrow, to Cairo.