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'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.


Jars - Jun 13, 2006 12:12:03 pm PDT #9457 of 10002

A friend of mine has seen Sufjan Stevens on the subway twice now.

I'm not entirely sure I could prevent myself from hugging him. Ever so gently.


Steph L. - Jun 13, 2006 12:12:05 pm PDT #9458 of 10002
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe

Remotely real-world accessible=OFF THE LIST. This seems like a good safe rule.

t crosses JZ off List

t grumbles

t moves George Clooney up a notch


JZ - Jun 13, 2006 12:12:27 pm PDT #9459 of 10002
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.

I could FedEx him to you...

He'd just perfectly fit in a FedEx envelope, wouldn't he?


Trudy Booth - Jun 13, 2006 12:14:39 pm PDT #9460 of 10002
Greece's financial crisis threatens to take down all of Western civilization - a civilization they themselves founded. A rather tragic irony - which is something they also invented. - Jon Stewart

He'd just perfectly fit in a FedEx envelope, wouldn't he?

He really would. So long as I can smooch him first I'll be happy to do it.


ChiKat - Jun 13, 2006 12:14:43 pm PDT #9461 of 10002
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?

I ran into George Clooney a few years ago, but he's still on my List. I made an ass of myself in front of him, so I figure he's safe because I'll likely never see him again and even if I do, I won't be near his list.


brenda m - Jun 13, 2006 12:16:01 pm PDT #9462 of 10002
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there

I hope it's a good offer. And my job description does not include such things as "Feed the sharks every Tuesday."

"Other duties as assigned" can cover a multitude of sins. Though personally I'd be happy to have that in my job description. (I almost wrote "on my list" and then realized that that would be a clash of conversations nobody needs to see.)


sj - Jun 13, 2006 12:17:03 pm PDT #9463 of 10002
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

One of those stupid telemarketers just called to talk to Teacup Guy, and when I told him he was at work he wanted to know if he was speaking to Mrs. Teacup Guy, my response was something along the lines of a mumbled, "What? No!" like a silly teenager. It was so weird to hear someone say that.


SuziQ - Jun 13, 2006 12:18:22 pm PDT #9464 of 10002
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame

My program manager and contracts manager are discussing loudly the fact that he (program manager) works his own schedule regardless the real schedule the rest of us have to keep to in order to meet our deadlines. We have tried to get him to understand how distruptive his schedule is - but he is quite determined to defend his process and make everyone else bend to his ideas.

He sounds like he is five years old.


Atropa - Jun 13, 2006 12:18:42 pm PDT #9465 of 10002
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.

David Bowie. Not that it would ever happen, but if by some chance he decides he wants a NeoVictorian Perkygoth girl, I'm his. Pete understands that he's not allowed to raise any objections.

(Tho' recently I had an odd dream where Pete informed me he was running away for the weekend with Cathrine Zeta Jones, but he wanted to make sure I wouldn't be upset, so he got me the lead singer for My Chemical Romance as a present, and I didn't mind, did I? My brain is a very strange place to be sometimes.)


Jessica - Jun 13, 2006 12:22:52 pm PDT #9466 of 10002
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset

David Bowie.

Guh. I ran into him (not literally) in a movie theatre once. Normally I try to be discreet about ogling celebrities, but for him, my lizard brain made an exception. (As in, I whipped around so fast I almost fell over. It was worth it.)