Sparky, are you still at work?
Insent, in case you are.
Sweet lumpy minion, you're the only one that understands. Probably 'cause I haven't sucked the brain out of you yet.
Glory ,'Potential'
Spike's Bitches 29: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[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 - Mar 01, 2006 1:37:48 pm PST #1937 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Sparky1 - Mar 01, 2006 1:38:21 pm PST #1938 of 10001
Librarian Warlord
Perkins, backflung with attachment.
vw bug - Mar 01, 2006 1:42:00 pm PST #1939 of 10001
Mostly lurking...
I'm home.
I've taken my meds and will be going to bed shortly.
It was not a good day.
Sparky1 - Mar 01, 2006 1:43:38 pm PST #1940 of 10001
Librarian Warlord
::sprinkles pixie dust on vw::
erikaj - Mar 01, 2006 1:55:48 pm PST #1941 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
Also not improved by stockings, hot or otherwise.
Steph L. - Mar 01, 2006 2:02:42 pm PST #1942 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
I spotted what I may be perfect bitch stockings.
What do you wear those with?
Nothing but a smile, baby.
§ ita § - Mar 01, 2006 2:03:10 pm PST #1943 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Nothing but a smile, baby.
There's my problem.`
Lee - Mar 01, 2006 2:04:26 pm PST #1944 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Perkins, backflung with attachment.
Much thanks. With your help, I am looking extra good work wise.
Jessica - Mar 01, 2006 2:05:05 pm PST #1945 of 10001
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
things that only come in one size? They suck.
Yeah, seriously -- fits 90-160 lbs? WTF? I mean, all 90 would have to be in your legs.
Cass - Mar 01, 2006 2:33:24 pm PST #1946 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.
I just skipped the last twenty hours. Have sorted, filed and shredded over twenty bags of papers.
Am sneeze. Am not breathe.
Still both proud of what I have accomplished and overwhelmed that there is more. How in the hell can there be more?