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You turn on any of my crew, you turn on me.

Mal ,'Ariel'

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.

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Nicole - Jul 19, 2006 3:09:15 pm PDT #4925 of 10001

I'm getting the pig!

Nicole! Eeeee! You do exist!

Nuh-uh. Do NOT!

Nicole, if your cloning experiment had worked, it would have been the CLONE at the desk, not you, silly!

Heh. That's only if someone else was in charge of the cloning experiment. Leave it up to me and I'll screw it up. I guarantee it.

And if you happen to see this post, Plei, I just bought that one 'n only colorfix that you mentioned a few months ago. I'm planning to use it this weekend. Meep! I hope it plays nice with my hair so I can start over with a new color.

I am even going to wash my sheets. In theory.

In theory is the absolute best way. I'm washing dishes Right Now. In theory.

Cass - Jul 19, 2006 3:24:31 pm PDT #4926 of 10001

Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.

I am also doing a little bit of laundry.

I know I mentioned it first but "laundry" used to be a euphamism we used for Teh Sex, so reading it sometimes makes me giggle. Cause I am twelve. And porny.

To be clear though, I am actually cleaning clothes and towels and such and not engaging in anything actually fun right now. It is neither fucking great nor fucking. But clean clothes, so there you go.

I'm washing dishes Right Now. In theory.

I need to do this as well. In theory.

libkitty - Jul 19, 2006 3:45:55 pm PDT #4927 of 10001

Embrace the idea that we are the leaders we've been looking for. Grace Lee Boggs

I may do laundry tonight as well. Unfortunately, I, too, mean really laundry with clothes and soap. I think I need to do dishes too. And I have no new DVDs at home now. Sigh.

Cass - Jul 19, 2006 3:59:17 pm PDT #4928 of 10001

Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.

First loading of laundry in dryer and drying. Second load of laundry in washer and washing. Dishes in the magic wall box and ... magicing?

Kittenish has totally burrowed into the pile of previously cleaned laundry that was never put away. I only see her tail.

I am wavering on whether I can take out her recycling to the car in bright floral jammy pants unmatching printed top and ... dithering. I look like a six-year-old dressed me. In the dark. After losing a bet. Out of spite.

DCJensen - Jul 19, 2006 4:05:29 pm PDT #4929 of 10001

All is well that ends in pizza.

Dishes in the magic wall box

This gives me an image of a dishwasher up off the floor so that the racks are easy to get at, instead of all the bending and stooping.

An interesting idea. Build a platform to raise one about 18 inches, and put a storage area in the bottom. Hmmm.

ETA: I'm sure this exists. if they build wall ovens, why not wall dishwashers?

amych - Jul 19, 2006 4:18:44 pm PDT #4930 of 10001

Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?

I know they make countertop dishwashers, so why not?

Ailleann - Jul 19, 2006 4:26:44 pm PDT #4931 of 10001

vanguard of the socialist Hollywood liberal homosexualist agenda

I have no porny laundry, and I am doing many chores, in theory. I wish I had a magic wall box.

But! I finally have a picture of my new short hair. I donated ten inches to Locks of Love, and after the straightening and layering it is the shortest it's ever been. I'm trapped right in between thinking it's awesome and thinking it looks horrible. I trust that Hec (and others) will steer me right.

Plus, now I'm a "real" person, and not just an internet person! I feel cool.

brenda m - Jul 19, 2006 4:28:45 pm PDT #4932 of 10001

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 think it's very cute. And go you!

Hec will no doubt have more detailed commentary.

billytea - Jul 19, 2006 4:29:48 pm PDT #4933 of 10001

You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.

I need to do this as well. In theory.

Now I know where my motivation's got to! In Theory!

ION, 'Career' is a weird-lookin' word. At least it is now. Hey, does anyone here remember what the title is of recruitment consultants who go approaching companies and otherwise looking for a job for you?

JZ - Jul 19, 2006 4:36:37 pm PDT #4934 of 10001

See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.

bt!

eta, re your actual post: Headhunters?

Hec has given me a special request that I pass along a story one of my friends just told me, and see if you can guess the ending.

The story:

My friend works for a catering company, and two weekends ago they worked a wedding with a whiny, overentitled, gripey Bridezilla from Hell, who was also one of those people who isn't content with just having a wedding but has to have a wedding with a Theme, as though it were a 6-year-old's birthday party.

So, this bride's theme was Butterflies. And she wanted masses of beautiful fluttery insects released into the open air at the moment she and her groom were declared Married. But somewhere along the way, she got the bright idea that butterflies alone were not magnificent and poetical enough for her, so she contacted an exotic insect supplier (n.b.: the wedding industry in the US? Seriously wack), and at the moment the officiant pronounced them husband and wife, many many pretty little net boxes were opened and hundreds of butterflies were released, followed by more net boxes and hundreds of pretty jeweled dragonflies.

What happened next?

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