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.
I go online sometimes, but everyone's spelling is really bad. It's... depressing.
Tara ,'Get It Done'
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.
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.
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?
Stephanie - Dec 17, 2005 3:20:22 am PST #381 of 10001
Trust my rage
well, it's about an hour and fifteen minutes from our house. Someone was going to have to drive a long ways and I knew she would rather it be us. She and her husband (before he left) helped me out a lot while JOe was gone and I was pregnant.
Jars - Dec 17, 2005 3:21:02 am PST #382 of 10001
Is this just for a holiday break, or is it more permanent?
Oh it's just for break, but we're still so new, just. But anyway. I am not the person who gets neurotic, so I'm done with thinking about it. Mostly.
At one point, he peers in the window, where a gang of vampires is feeding on some poor human.
Because it's Christmas?
Topic!Cindy - Dec 17, 2005 3:33:13 am PST #383 of 10001
What is even happening?
Pangs is the Thanksgiving episode. And now, I know you're one UnAmerican who will always remember Thanksgiving.
vw bug - Dec 17, 2005 5:25:09 am PST #384 of 10001
Mostly lurking...
Timelies!
Poor Stephanie!
I just went to Starbucks for a nice morning treat and ended up giving a little quilting lesson to the girl behind the counter. It was much fun, and a nice way to start the day.
Lilty Cash - Dec 17, 2005 5:28:08 am PST #385 of 10001
"You see? THAT's what they want. Love, and a bit with a dog."
Hi Bitches!
I have done close to no Christmas shopping and I just realized that Christmas is in, like, a week. This cannot be good.
vw bug - Dec 17, 2005 5:31:30 am PST #386 of 10001
Mostly lurking...
Lilty, I'm SO with you! The Internet is being attacked today.
WindSparrow - Dec 17, 2005 5:31:56 am PST #387 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.
Ok, I had breakfast three hours ago, why am I hungry again?
Also I am extremely disappointed in myself today, as I tried on pants that had been so baggy this time last year that I had converted the waistband into a drawstring waist. They were tight. Everywhere. Ick.
I want to stab my fat with a fork.