I want to scratch it.
YOU MUST NOT SCRATCH. YOU MUST CHILL.
Jayne is a girl's name.
River ,'Trash'
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 13, 2006 1:34:37 pm PDT #9262 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Aims - Apr 13, 2006 1:35:22 pm PDT #9263 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
WANT TO SCRATCH!
Pete, Husband of Jilli - Apr 13, 2006 1:35:48 pm PDT #9264 of 10001
"I've got a gun! I've got a mother-flippin' gun!" - Moss, The IT Crowd
Ooh, sorry Fay, I'm with ita on this one. Oh the horrors! The Montagues and Capulets have nothing on the digestive-divide.
Though your plea for clemency with the Hob-Nobs might save you from me getting all Tybalt on yo' ass.
Lee - Apr 13, 2006 1:37:07 pm PDT #9265 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
WANT TO SCRATCH!
DO.NOT.SCRATCH.
Aims - Apr 13, 2006 1:39:16 pm PDT #9266 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
whimpers
Fine. I'll put more lotion on it.
Of course, now that I watch GA, I'm terrified of it becoming infected and DYING.
Lee - Apr 13, 2006 1:44:10 pm PDT #9267 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Of course, now that I watch GA, I'm terrified of it becoming infected and DYING.
Silly. That will only happen if you shoot yourself for the cool scar as well.
Try not to do that, okay?
Aims - Apr 13, 2006 1:46:55 pm PDT #9268 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Damn.
Lee - Apr 13, 2006 1:48:42 pm PDT #9269 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I'm always just a little late, aren't I?
Aims - Apr 13, 2006 1:49:29 pm PDT #9270 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
It's ok.
Fay - Apr 13, 2006 1:52:11 pm PDT #9271 of 10001
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.
...I am entirely overcome with the prospect of Mr Reason getting all Tybalt on my ass. (Quite apart from anything else, Tybalt came to a sticky end...er...which sounds infinitely more obscene as I see the words forming on my screen than it remotely did in my head. Oh dear.) Um. Right. And so to bed.
Good night, ladies and gentlemen.
Ooh, things that might be worth mentioning - tonight I have experimented in painting in watercolours on papyrus. It's a bit annoying, papyrus being much less fun than proper paper, but on the other hand - it's papyrus! And painting Egyptian desert scenes onto papyrus is just fun. Yes. Except when the cat tries to drink your paint water. Silly cat.
Anyway, really am off to bed now.
Mwah!