Willow: It feels like we're going around in circles. Xander: Our circles are going around in circles. We got dizzy circles here.

'Sleeper'


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.


meara - Jun 19, 2006 6:37:48 pm PDT #693 of 10001

I didn't mean to kill the thread, or make you all go run out and get crabcakes or ice cream. Um, are you all on your way to my house right now, and that's why there's been no posts for OVER AN HOUR? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE? I NEED ENTERTAINMENT!


Lee - Jun 19, 2006 6:39:17 pm PDT #694 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

yes, we ARE all on the way to your house. Make sure you act surprised when we get there.


meara - Jun 19, 2006 6:41:26 pm PDT #695 of 10001

OK, well, there's only one couch and one other pillow besides mine, so first come first served! Who gets the couch, and who sleeps with me? But there's plenty of ice cream. The half-gallon was on sale!


sj - Jun 19, 2006 6:41:27 pm PDT #696 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

Perkins ruined the surprise.


Lee - Jun 19, 2006 6:42:22 pm PDT #697 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

I do that. It's a thing.


meara - Jun 19, 2006 6:42:39 pm PDT #698 of 10001

I promise I'll pretend to be surprised. I'll be in bed, and...


sj - Jun 19, 2006 6:46:15 pm PDT #699 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

My stomach decided to rebel against me as soon as I had finished my super yummy dinner. Teacup Guy is fine, so it wasn't my cooking.


Trudy Booth - Jun 19, 2006 7:04:30 pm PDT #700 of 10001
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

700 Club Slut!


DebetEsse - Jun 19, 2006 7:41:13 pm PDT #701 of 10001
Woe to the fucking wicked.

Timelies, all.


Connie Neil - Jun 19, 2006 7:59:25 pm PDT #702 of 10001
brillig

It's been an orientally interesting day.

In no particular order:

I drove from work this afternoon to the eyeglass place to get my bent frames adjusted. Go out to the parking lot, and the car won't start. Click. Then nothing. Cue three hours of world-class networking by Hubby at home to get various friends to ferry me and then the battery to our "son", who usefully works at a garage. Corrosion had frelled up the connection. I now have squeaky clean battery terminals. Cost: three hours and no dollars and no cents.

Cop stops by the house, Hubby comes out suspiciously. Cop comments favorably that the fence was now standing up straight and concealing the cars in the backyard. Apparently the neighbors had feared vandalism. Also the teenagers of the neighborhood have been gossping about the "hot rod" we've got back there ('69 Mustang, seen better days, for sale). Cop also says, "Oh, you finally got curtains up. Gosh, you've got dandelions." Yes, the neighborhood is kind of Stepford, but at least no one is hounding us about church.

Teenaged boy comes back for second scouting run on said Mustang. His girlfriend's dad wants to get a car to restore for her, and he sent teenager over to see if it does start and how much it smokes. We're asking 2K, but we wouldn't mind at all if word got out and a bidding war occurred.

I need to call the parent company of the software I'm doing tech support for to arrange an interview, as they're pulling the tech support back into the main office and are looking at bringing over some of the trained support staff. In the course of discussing this with Hubby, I discover that he harbors secret beliefs that I'm too old to be economically viable. "Schedule the interview for later this week, then you can go and get your hair colored." True, it looks better as a clearer copper red, but my hair color is perfectly acceptable for what it is--except for the obvious locks of grey that are beginning to show. To me, they're cool accents. To him, they're dirty blonde evidence of--well, of something apparently.

I am tired of interesting.