Next weekend is good.
What? I'm not allowed to hit people? Wesley: Not people capable of genocide. Angel: Those are exactly the types of people I should be allowed to hit!
'Just Rewards (2)'
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 - Apr 12, 2006 7:58:23 pm PDT #9035 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
billytea - Apr 12, 2006 8:35:02 pm PDT #9036 of 10001
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
Pfft. No one is beholding my new camera. Has no one considered that this brings me one step closer to actual photos of the Wallybee?
WindSparrow - Apr 12, 2006 8:35:08 pm PDT #9037 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.
Is it supposed to be possible to get Seasonal Affective Disorder in spring?
Perkins, yes. I'm not sure if it is officially SAD, but I've had two therapists comment on Spring being prime seasonal depression time, despite the lack of publicity. It may, just possibly be a factor in how I've been feeling lately.
WindSparrow - Apr 12, 2006 8:36:19 pm PDT #9038 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.
Has no one considered that this brings me one step closer to actual photos of the Wallybee?
Little less talk, little more action, there, bt.
Cass - Apr 12, 2006 8:42:16 pm PDT #9039 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.
::points up::
What Andi said.
Soooo... I need fireplace tools. Especially as jabbing with a clicky lighter is obviously a bad idea given that it is inherently flammable. But I didn't need to be shown the Nightmare Before Christmas fireplace tools. [link]
Why are fireplace tools a seasonal item in Portland? I want a scoopy thing to remove ashes and a pokey thing to poke things about.
billytea - Apr 12, 2006 8:47:07 pm PDT #9040 of 10001
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
Little less talk, little more action, there, bt.
Hey, the camera is actually purchased, and the weekend in the Dandenongs is actually booked. Motive has been joined by means and opportunity. Come the Festival of Ishtar, the pictures shall be mine!
billytea - Apr 12, 2006 8:48:43 pm PDT #9041 of 10001
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
I want a scoopy thing to remove ashes and a pokey thing to poke things about.
You'd be amazed how many animals adopt a similar philosophy come mating season.
Cass - Apr 12, 2006 8:49:15 pm PDT #9042 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.
But I didn't need to be shown the Nightmare Before Christmas fireplace tools.To clarify: Cause they cost more than I want to spend on pokey things.
BT, I saw a marmot! Are there marmots here? It was a little odd but really cute.
You'd be amazed how many animals adopt a similar philosophy come mating season.If it took care of "mating season" needs? I'd spend a little more. I just want a nice fire that I can poke around.
billytea - Apr 12, 2006 8:52:57 pm PDT #9043 of 10001
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
BT, I saw a marmot! Are there marmots here? It was a little odd but really cute.
Yeah, they're pretty funny when you get them up to full speed.
Cass - Apr 12, 2006 8:56:07 pm PDT #9044 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.
It was nibbling grass. Should I chase the next one? Run, Marmot, run.