Good nights are good.
We have fire, wine and I found Squeakaboo pictures.
Good night.
Zoe: Planet's coming up a mite fast. Wash: That's just cause, I'm going down too quick. Likely crash and kill us all. Mal: Well, that happens, let me know.
'Shindig'
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.
Cass - Dec 16, 2005 8:50:22 pm PST #371 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.
Cass - Dec 16, 2005 10:02:15 pm PST #372 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.
Multiple Nip/Tucks are ... disconcerting. Even if I have seen them all so far.
brenda m - Dec 16, 2005 10:07:33 pm PST #373 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
Heh. You sound like me when I watched two seasons of OZ in a weekend. I was fucked up for like two weeks later.
Cass - Dec 16, 2005 10:09:53 pm PST #374 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.
Yeah, 3.0 and I are sipping wine, watching really disturbing tv and talking. I suspect we'll need years of therapy after this.
Pix - Dec 16, 2005 10:37:41 pm PST #375 of 10001
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
Cass, so sorry about the news. Hang in there and remember you have Casual Friday friends here in LA too...
Granted, some of whom may be homeless at the moment, but eventually.
Stephanie - Dec 17, 2005 2:39:05 am PST #376 of 10001
Trust my rage
Timelies! Joe and I are going to try to see Narnia tonight - I'm very excited about going out.
Last night, around 8:15, after I was already in my pajamas, my friend called to say she was stranded at a Christmas party with her kids up in Chapel Hill. Her husband is in Afghanistan and her car was dead. So, Joe and I packed Ellie in the car and went on up to get there. When we arrived, there was an entire room full of hip, nicely dressed people, and me in my pajama pants and sweatshirt. It was the kind of moment that new parents just cringe at - you can see the party right in front of you, but you can't stay and you really don't fit in.
Anyway, we got my friend and her kids, managed to get all three carseats in the car (yay 3rd seat!), and headed home. I wouldn't trade my snuggly munchkin for a party, but the dichotomy of life before/after baby was really striking last night.
eta: EpicT, your decaf is ready. I sent you an e-mail with the details.
Jars - Dec 17, 2005 3:00:20 am PST #377 of 10001
So I think Thanksgiving crush boy may actually count as a BF type thing now. Hrm, I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do with one of those though. And we're both leaving for home tomorrow. Argh circumstances.
WindSparrow - Dec 17, 2005 3:07:11 am PST #378 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.
Hrm, I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do with one of those though.
I'd suggest lots of kissing. Other ideas may flow from that.
Jars - Dec 17, 2005 3:13:45 am PST #379 of 10001
I'd suggest lots of kissing. Other ideas may flow from that.
Yeah, no that we're good on. It's all the relationshippy stuff that I may at some point have to deal with that's freaking me out. But I'm putting the cart before th horse there, I know. So I'll just freak quietly, and ignore it 'til it goes away.
Topic!Cindy - Dec 17, 2005 3:14:15 am PST #380 of 10001
What is even happening?
WindSparrow beat me to it, Jars. Kiss. Kiss muchly.
So I think Thanksgiving crush boy may actually count as a BF type thing now. Hrm, I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do with one of those though. And we're both leaving for home tomorrow. Argh circumstances.
Is this just for a holiday break, or is it more permanent?
Anyway, we got my friend and her kids, managed to get all three carseats in the car (yay 3rd seat!), and headed home. I wouldn't trade my snuggly munchkin for a party, but the dichotomy of life before/after baby was really striking last night.
I don't know why, but I just flashed on the scene, I think it's from the BtVS episode Pangs, after Spike has been chipped, Harmony won't give him someone to eat, and he's moping the streets of Sunnydale. At one point, he peers in the window, where a gang of vampires is feeding on some poor human.
Um. Just thought I'd share.
How come nobody at the party drove your friend home though, Stephanie?