On my seventh birthday, I wanted a toy fire truck, and I didn't get it, and you were real nice about it, and then the house next door burnt down, and then real firetrucks came, and for years I thought you set the fire for me. And if you did, you can tell me!

Xander ,'Same Time, Same Place'


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.


beth b - Jun 12, 2006 10:00:20 pm PDT #9307 of 10002
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!

David's post about Emmet's game, I understtod one word in ten. but I was still on the edge of my seat.

For Gud, I trust him well enough to know he should know that 1) we are on his side and 2) final decsions have nothing and I repeat NOTHING, with anyone else here. Some of us have really strong relationships, others less so. and some of us have had both. marriages, friendships, workstuff, etc, all fall apart at dfifferent rates and in different ways. I trust that anyone here can make that decsion on thier own. the words of Burell, or the words of Hec , may speak truer, because that is what is true for our own situation.


DavidS - Jun 12, 2006 10:17:31 pm PDT #9308 of 10002
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."

David's post about Emmet's game, I understtod one word in ten. but I was still on the edge of my seat.

It was like bizarro-land opera. Ten year old boys crying on the pitching mound and in the dugout. Heroes become goats, goats become heroes.


sj - Jun 13, 2006 12:06:30 am PDT #9309 of 10002
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

Can't sleep. Leg pain. Anyone up?


WindSparrow - Jun 13, 2006 12:10:58 am PDT #9310 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.

Punctuation all over the place.


WindSparrow - Jun 13, 2006 12:11:37 am PDT #9311 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.

Me, apparently, sj. And Harvey is purring up a storm.


sj - Jun 13, 2006 12:14:01 am PDT #9312 of 10002
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

Me, apparently, sj.

How are you?


WindSparrow - Jun 13, 2006 12:21:00 am PDT #9313 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.

Wacky, I am - got my days and nights mixed up from working an overnight shift, and either massively worse allergies, or a bit of a cold. But not bad, other than that.


sj - Jun 13, 2006 12:22:19 am PDT #9314 of 10002
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

Allergies suck. Sorry about the sleep confusion. When do you have to work again?


WindSparrow - Jun 13, 2006 12:24:30 am PDT #9315 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.

On Wednesday. So I have tomorrow to get myself straightened out.

Do you have much going on in the daytime?


sj - Jun 13, 2006 12:27:01 am PDT #9316 of 10002
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

Mom is going to be here at 10 am. She is taking the day off to spend with me. She's probably going to want me to be awake, dressed, and functional. I also kind of wanted this place to look a little cleaner before she got here, but that will depend on whether I get anymore sleep tonight and what time Teacup Guy wakes up.