Our bunk is a magical place. All who desire entrance will be accomodated.
River ,'Out Of Gas'
Spike's Bitches 30: Going on Thirteen
[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.
Or at least, I don't, because in my own idiom this is a tank top.
I think that's a pull-over.
I hate being so stupid. I go out for a simple errand to get some things at the grocery store. I take one wrong turn, and I get myself completely lost. Then I panic. Home safe now, but I hate this.
Or at least, I don't, because in my own idiom this is a tank top.
I think that's a pull-over.
I'd call that a sweater vest.
Plei, Fay's waistcoat is also called a waistcoat here, if it's formalwear, isn't it, or have I just read too many British novels?
Cindy's nouns are my nouns.
Still want bed and chocolate. And good Xander fic. Any recommendations? (I loved Victor's Converstation with a Monster.) eta: Also, I prefer non-slashy stuff.
I've had a headache all day. Do you think eating chocolate and being in Fay and ChiKat's bunk would help make it go away?
Sail - I'll give it a try and report back.
Way to take one for the team, Suzi.
coughgreedycough.
Damn straight. I've had this @()*#&@# headache for 4 days now.
I have actually made a doctor's appt for tomorrow about it. Hopefully just making the appt will scare it away.
So, I just told my dad that I joined Match.com, since his "solution" to my current potential living situation is that I should get married. He got a little too excited. I knew there was a reason I wasn't going to tell them about that.