I'll send you several songs.
Well, my days of not taking you seriously are certainly coming to a middle.
Mal ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Spike's Bitches 32: I think I'm sobering up.
[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.
Lee - Aug 31, 2006 6:17:42 pm PDT #1211 of 10000
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
amych - Aug 31, 2006 6:24:23 pm PDT #1212 of 10000
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
vw? Totally beep-worthy. Congrats on getting out of there at last!
vw bug - Aug 31, 2006 6:29:27 pm PDT #1213 of 10000
Mostly lurking...
Awwww...thanks amych!
My feet hurt, but other than that I'm good. I had SUCH troupers helping me. I don't know what I would have done without them. 'Specially since the landlords were kind of watching over us the whole time. That was weird, but whatever.
My cab driver was kind of cute. We were driving down my new street, and he said, "What is this place called again?" I said, "Roslindale." He said, "Seems nice. Quiet. Not like that crazy corner you used to live on."
sj - Aug 31, 2006 6:29:59 pm PDT #1214 of 10000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Woo Hoo!!! I am so glad you are out of there, vw. I love you're new apartment, and I hope you're very happy there.
vw bug - Aug 31, 2006 6:31:25 pm PDT #1215 of 10000
Mostly lurking...
You guys get home ok?
It was so great to see you, and I SO appreciated your help.
sj - Aug 31, 2006 6:32:35 pm PDT #1216 of 10000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
We got home just fine, and Teacup Guy is already fast asleep. I am glad we could be of some help. Thanks again for lunch!
WindSparrow - Aug 31, 2006 6:51:24 pm PDT #1217 of 10000
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.
Snuggles to the evil-landlord-survival brigade.
Hi, and glad you are doing better, Toddson.
Lee - Aug 31, 2006 7:04:00 pm PDT #1218 of 10000
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Fay, I just sent you a whole bunch of files. Hope you like them.
juliana - Aug 31, 2006 7:07:10 pm PDT #1219 of 10000
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
(Was walking to school this morning all but dancing to The Devil Came Down To Georgia, and thought to self, self, you need more country music.)
Self might want to ask smonster and juliana for any further country they may happen to have stashed, if self likes what Lee has sent her. Corb is Teh Bomb-Diggety, though. He is, in fact, rumballs.
P.M. Marc - Aug 31, 2006 7:13:11 pm PDT #1220 of 10000
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
Self can also ask Plei.