Sweet, Jilli. Where do you get it? And I'm assuming it works pretty well with any random polish.
Spike: We got a history, him and me. Fred: What? Spike: It was a long time ago. He was a young Watcher, fresh out of the academy when we crossed paths. It was a, what-you-call battle of wills and blood was spilled. Vendettas were sworn. It was a whole-- Fred: My God you're so full of crap. Spike: Yeah. Okay.
'Unleashed'
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.
§ ita § - May 16, 2006 11:57:17 am PDT #4996 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Atropa - May 16, 2006 12:02:48 pm PDT #4997 of 10002
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
Sweet, Jilli. Where do you get it? And I'm assuming it works pretty well with any random polish.
Any beauty supply store should have it. And yeah, I've used it with all sorts of brands and it works beautifully.
vw bug - May 16, 2006 12:04:50 pm PDT #4998 of 10002
Mostly lurking...
Therapy good.
vw is drained, but has confidence again.
WindSparrow - May 16, 2006 12:19:06 pm PDT #4999 of 10002
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.
Good therapy, then. vw is good and should have confidence.
I'm filthy. I finished mowing the front yard, swept the sidewalk, vacuumed the stairs and the first floor, emptied the vacuum-cup-thingy that is not a bag, cleaned the vacuum filter, cleaned the beater bar, cleaned out the cat litter and sprinkled the leftover stuff into the garden (it's a corn-based litter, and meant to do this). I'm feeling wayyy too filthy to live, and yet too tired to walk upstairs to the shower. I would not object to anyone getting a garden hose and hosing me off. Except that I am sitting in the living room and I just cleaning in here, and if someone hosed me off in here, I'd have to exert the effort of killing them, and also I don't have the energy to go outside for them to hose me off out there.
Oddly enough I have the energy to use html tags. Huh.
EpicTangent - May 16, 2006 12:31:27 pm PDT #5000 of 10002
Why isn't everyone pelting me with JOY, dammit? - Zenkitty
Oddly enough I have the energy to use html tags. Huh.
Hee.
Also, wow, are you productive. Want we should send over the cabana boys to fan you and peel you a grape (or the fermented juice thereof)?
WindSparrow - May 16, 2006 12:50:31 pm PDT #5001 of 10002
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.
Also, wow, are you productive. Want we should send over the cabana boys to fan you and peel you a grape (or the fermented juice thereof)?
Now that I have showered, yes. Thanks. Would you think I was a weenie if I wanted the cabana boy to dunk Oreos in milk for me instead?
Better yet, Oreos in Bailey's.
billytea - May 16, 2006 12:53:43 pm PDT #5002 of 10002
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
Huh. Had a dream that I was Superman. Really. And I'd just finished talking to Batman about something or other, and get in my car to drive home, and this guy comes up with a gun and tries to steal my car! Dude! I'm freakin' Superman!! I like it when my dreams involve me laughing like a mofo.
WindSparrow - May 16, 2006 12:56:49 pm PDT #5003 of 10002
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.
Oooh, fun dream, bt.
EpicTangent - May 16, 2006 1:24:10 pm PDT #5004 of 10002
Why isn't everyone pelting me with JOY, dammit? - Zenkitty
Would you think I was a weenie if I wanted the cabana boy to dunk Oreos in milk for me instead?
Nay, I would think you were a woman after my own heart.
I t heart BT.
vw bug - May 16, 2006 1:25:11 pm PDT #5005 of 10002
Mostly lurking...
Oh, river denial, how I love you.