Uh huh. Tell that to my lizard brain that was woken out of REM sleep.
Most people is pretty quiet right about now. Me, I see a stiff -- one I didn't have to kill myself -- I just get, the urge to, you know, do stuff. Like work out, run around, maybe get some trim if there's a willin' woman about... not that I get flush from corpses or anything. I ain't crazy.
Jayne ,'The Message'
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.
NoiseDesign - Sep 05, 2006 7:52:07 pm PDT #1909 of 10000
Our wings are not tired
Emily - Sep 05, 2006 7:54:27 pm PDT #1910 of 10000
"In the equation E = mc⬧, c⬧ is a pretty big honking number." - Scola
Hey everybody. The kids have won. I'm drowning in papers and considering giving a pop quiz just cause.
SuziQ - Sep 05, 2006 7:55:37 pm PDT #1911 of 10000
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
giving a pop quiz just cause
Yes, choose this!
DavidS - Sep 05, 2006 7:56:15 pm PDT #1912 of 10000
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
and considering giving a pop quiz just cause.
That'll fix their asses royal.
I suggest you fuck with them every day for your own amusement until they fear you.
We know they can be wounded with thrown chalk.
P.M. Marc - Sep 05, 2006 7:58:50 pm PDT #1913 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
Someone make me stop reading the badfic when I have no one to AIM about it.
Because, man, this Andrew/Spike Mpreg is going to kill me if I keep reading it.
JenP - Sep 05, 2006 7:59:45 pm PDT #1914 of 10000
Andrew/Spike Mpreg
Ack!
Lee - Sep 05, 2006 7:59:49 pm PDT #1915 of 10000
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
You could AIM me about it....
Hi Emily! I have more mail for you.
Cass - Sep 05, 2006 8:08:08 pm PDT #1916 of 10000
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Someone make me stop reading the badficWalk away from the badfic, Plei. Or, you know, link me.
My soup had a strange taste and my wine is funky. Woe is me. I am thinking of getting a glass of juice just to see if my tastebuds are off or I am having rotten luck with edibles tonight.
Lee - Sep 05, 2006 8:10:22 pm PDT #1917 of 10000
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Note to Self: Never ever tell Plei she can AiM you about the badfic
Aims - Sep 05, 2006 8:17:15 pm PDT #1918 of 10000
Shit's all sorts of different now.