Book: Yes, I'd forgotten you're moonlighting as a criminal mastermind now. Got your next heist planned? Simon: No. But I'm thinking about growing a big black mustache. I'm a traditionalist.

'War Stories'


Spike's Bitches 31: We're Motivated Go-getters.  

[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.


Vortex - Jul 17, 2006 7:09:32 am PDT #4574 of 10001
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman

Nephew is v. cute. Why are his hands besocked?


Glamcookie - Jul 17, 2006 7:10:36 am PDT #4575 of 10001
I know my own heart and understand my fellow man. But I am made unlike anyone I have ever met. I dare to say I am like no one in the whole world. - Anne Lister

Why are his hands besocked?

I think they do that to all newborns so they don't scratch themselves with their teensy tinsy fingernails.


sj - Jul 17, 2006 7:25:46 am PDT #4576 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

GC, your new nephew is adorable, and your neice is getting cuter with every picture, which really shouldn't be possible.


-t - Jul 17, 2006 7:29:21 am PDT #4577 of 10001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration

Newborn nephew! Adorable! And niece is cute in much the same way that Gloomcookie is hot - I'm not sure if it's the expression or the shape f the face, bu y'all do look related.


WindSparrow - Jul 17, 2006 7:32:16 am PDT #4578 of 10001
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.

Happy birthday Juliana!

Cute kids, GC!


Glamcookie - Jul 17, 2006 7:34:56 am PDT #4579 of 10001
I know my own heart and understand my fellow man. But I am made unlike anyone I have ever met. I dare to say I am like no one in the whole world. - Anne Lister

Nephew is a cute wee lad. Niece definitely looks like my brother (and me) when we were babies. Since I don't have kids, it's kinda cool to have the niece be a Mini!Me. We'll see if that changes as she grows. When I talked to her yesterday, she told me her ABCs and then mentioned Elmo! Bert! and Ernie! So friggin' cute.


Frankenbuddha - Jul 17, 2006 7:36:35 am PDT #4580 of 10001
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"

Commute continues to suck. You know, if they can't get it together to aircondition all the train cars, at least give us windows to open!

They have been having a lot more problems this year with this than I remember in summers past. My paranoid mind is suspicious that they are punking out on fixing stuff until they can simultaneously a) get their fare increase through while b) low-balling the union. IOW "We can't afford to fix basic functionility - we need more money and we need to use it for basic repairs and not people's pay checks."

By the by, Nora - what train are you taking these days? Does the new job let you get in later?


Steph L. - Jul 17, 2006 7:38:58 am PDT #4581 of 10001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine

Happy Birthday to the loveliest Juliana!!!!

ION, I am having a bad day at work. Everything that's come out of my mouth has been misunderstood by every. single. person. But, unlike my normal work-related grumbling, I really don't think it's my co-workers' faults -- I think I'm just incoherent and massively stupid today.

Bah.


ChiKat - Jul 17, 2006 7:42:47 am PDT #4582 of 10001
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?

Happy Birthday, juliana!!!!

Teppy, I've had days weeks like that. It sucks. The best thing I've found is to hole myself up and have as little human contact as possible.


sj - Jul 17, 2006 7:44:26 am PDT #4583 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

How do I write a paper when my brain is melting?