Yay, consumer Lilybean!
She's shopping now? How precocious!
Hey, man, where are my pants? I have my hippo dignity!
Oz ,'Bring On The Night'
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.
aurelia - Dec 16, 2005 6:17:37 pm PST #361 of 10001
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.
Beverly - Dec 16, 2005 6:47:29 pm PST #362 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
No, conSUMing. As in, comestibles. Well, such comestibles as will fit in a sippy cup.
But really, can shopping be far behind?
erikaj - Dec 16, 2005 6:56:50 pm PST #363 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
Well, I e-mailed my brother, but it is not a total come-to-Jesus as I also suggested a Christmas gift for Grandma: A donation to Habitat For Humanity. Because my grandmother kinda...doesn't *like* anything. You know, she has no fandoms, doesn't really read, buys no scented soap, and has a finicky digestive tract. She's less dour than that description makes her sound, but still, giving her a present can be one of the great disappointments of your year, especially as she is phasing out of cooking and stuff. Whatever it is gets the same "Oh, great," but you never see it again, you know? So at least someone would get good things from bro's $.
aurelia - Dec 16, 2005 7:26:25 pm PST #364 of 10001
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.
No, conSUMing. As in, comestibles. Well, such comestibles as will fit in a sippy cup.
Well, sure. She has to keep up her strength to fight the crowds at the mall.
brenda m - Dec 16, 2005 7:29:48 pm PST #365 of 10001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
Hah! I've had that grandma. But I hated her so I didn't care when she bitched.
Lee - Dec 16, 2005 8:29:44 pm PST #366 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
How lame am I? It's 10:30 on a Friday night, and I'm glad because that means it's no longer too early to go to sleep.
Cass - Dec 16, 2005 8:33:49 pm PST #367 of 10001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
[Um, I mentioned the wine, right?]This is the stage we are at. Also with the fireplace crackling.
exBF left for work and said he'd see us in the morning. Told him I hated being a sure thing. Told me I shouldn't hang out with his wife then. Yeah, we are having wine and there is fire, this is going to be an overnight kind of thing.
Cass - Dec 16, 2005 8:34:39 pm PST #368 of 10001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Perkins! Go sleepy...
juliana - Dec 16, 2005 8:37:26 pm PST #369 of 10001
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
Yay wine!
Good night. Hung out with my fellow-damaged, we made jokes about the collective pathos being enough to sink a small cruise ship, but it was nice and safe and loving and good. I didn't get much packing done, but I got organized....
Lee - Dec 16, 2005 8:38:33 pm PST #370 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Yay for good night, J.