But if the world doesn't end, I'm gonna need a note.

Cordelia ,'Potential'


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.


Lee - Feb 07, 2006 11:10:41 am PST #7978 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

Medical-ma to you, sparky. I hope it goes quickly and painlessly.


Betsy HP - Feb 07, 2006 11:27:54 am PST #7979 of 10001
If I only had a brain...

NOT work-safe link to a site that rates escort services in Second Life (no, [link]

She said she grabbed her titties while she was slowly riding my huge cock. I don’t have a huge cock. I do in RL, but on SL I want to experience life with a normal-sized cock.

Uh, right.


Topic!Cindy - Feb 07, 2006 12:28:25 pm PST #7980 of 10001
What is even happening?

Sparky, I hope all goes well with your appointment.

Our good news is Chris's chest Xray came back negative for pneumonia. The bad news is, he's still gotta have Albuteral via nebulizer three times a day, and Pulmicort via nebulizer twice a day. Per the doctor, his nurse, and the pharmacist the Pulmicort can be put in the nebulizer with the albuteral. Per the information on the print out from the pharmacy, it can't be mixed with anything.

It's because of situations like this that my keepers don't let me have weapons.


brenda m - Feb 07, 2006 12:34:03 pm PST #7981 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

The hell is Second Life? Do I even want to know?

Jesus God I need to go home. I don't know how I'm going to make this last hour.


tommyrot - Feb 07, 2006 12:36:45 pm PST #7982 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

The hell is Second Life? Do I even want to know?

Some online game community thingamabop. I think.


§ ita § - Feb 07, 2006 12:42:46 pm PST #7983 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Blackberry has no whitefont. Boy, did I just get startled.

Sparky, I hope it all turns out to be trivial.


Nicole - Feb 07, 2006 12:45:50 pm PST #7984 of 10001
I'm getting the pig!

Hooray for Jilli!!

Medical ~ma, Sparky. I hope all goes well at your appt.

It's because of situations like this that my keepers don't let me have weapons.

It sounds beyond terribly frustrating, Cindy, but I'm glad Chris doesn't have pneumonia.

Dear ass-hat co-worker: Thank you for the shitty training. Next time I'll figure it out on my own. You suck.


Betsy HP - Feb 07, 2006 12:46:07 pm PST #7985 of 10001
If I only had a brain...

I'd trust the pharmacist, Cindy. Maybe not the doctor, but the pharmacist.

Sorry, ita.


Ginger - Feb 07, 2006 1:04:31 pm PST #7986 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda

Yay, Evil Empire! Wait, what am I saying? Congratulations, Jilli.

I hope your appointment goes well, Sparky.


Beverly - Feb 07, 2006 1:13:18 pm PST #7987 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

Sorry for the dueling instructions, Cindy. Yay, Nicole on bringing--and eating--your lunch. Gold star for you for lunch today. Today? Yesterday? My time has ceased to be linear.

So, so sorry for the wee Em's night terrors, Aimee, but Yay! for the PT job. Boo hiss on the HMO not carrying your doctors, but yay! on HMO.

I seem to remember other people needing cuddles, hairpats, and atta-Bitch-es, but my mind, she loses track. Consider yourself bonked with the wand of best wishes, no matter what your current lack or ill, and ~ma of the very best kind to you.

Jilli! Yay, employment! And woohoo bookness to Hec and Allyson!

ETA: Yes, a minor nothingness of a blemish is all wishes to Sparky.

In me-news today? I got the entry stairs to my deck welded. They are no longer alarmingly bouncy. Yay to the steadfastness of stairs.