Willow ,'The Killer In Me'
[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.
Kitty Addendum:
Apropos of a previous topic, they're both bug-catchers. The current count of what (we've seen) they've killed and sometimes eaten is 1 spider, 1 fly, half a dozen moths.
Bugpocalypse.
Also, we had to pop out and came home to find Trinian still propped on the arm of the armchair (where she'd been when we left) and Tzepesh & Ruthven on Trinian's couch blanket. Not a happy time for the fuzzy white cat...
Trinian wishes she could speak, just so that she had the word "whippersnappers" available to her.
That they're buggers is kinda awesome.
Odd. Just got an email from one my two exes from my Boston years. I had to update for the last 20 years. Still, it was good to hear from her, and her life turned out okay. (Which was a concern, since she was prone to depression.) She's married now, and just finished her MS in Library science and was working at one of the Harvard grad school libraries.
Also, just got back from Amoeba and they had a shrine up for my official Cute Record Store Girl Crush. She was sort of goth and mod at the same time, which is practically an oxymoron. I'm not certain, but the implication seemed to be a suicide. That sucks.
Oh, damn, dear. I'm so sorry for the Amoeba girl.
Poor CRSGC, Hec.
P-C}}}}}}}}} (You can only hug him on the one side, you see.)
Psst.... Teppy's a figment of Jilli's imagination. Pass it on.
Yay on the apartment, vw!
And for mememe, for this month at the gym I've lost the most inches (5)!!! All your svelte will one day, eventually, sometime before the apocalypse, belong to me.
Hec, I think I saw something up about that girl in a coffee shop on Geary as I went to rehearsal last night. V. sad.
P-C}}}}}}}}} (You can only hug him on the one side, you see.)
Heh. Thanks.
So, should I make an appointment with an orthopedic surgeon? I already know the basic physical therapy exercises from last time.
I think I would rather be a figment of Jilli's imagination. Much more interesting than this. Sorry about Amoeba Records Crush Girl. See, that is the kind of thought I don't have when I am depressed...how many ponds my absence might cause a ripple in. Of course, sometimes I'm petrified that that wouldn't be so at all, but...
Hec, I'm so sorry about your crush girl.
You're lovely, Cindy.
I don't like it when my invisible friends get bad injuries, P-C. At least you didn't break your face. That's so last year.
Sorry about Amoeba Records Crush Girl. See, that is the kind of thought I don't have when I am depressed...how many ponds my absence might cause a ripple in. Of course, sometimes I'm petrified that that wouldn't be so at all, but...There would be ripples, but they'd be the pissed off kind. Seriously, I would be so bullshit at you, I'd dig you up, have your corpse bronzed, and send it to [a neocon so bad I can't even think of one bad enough but there you go] as a life size trophy in honor of his deep concern for and commitment to women's issues. And every year, I'd send a new neocon a trophy from the erika j. foundation, thanking them for all their hard work.
At least you didn't break your face. That's so last year.
Hey! 2004, I'll have you know!