AmyLiz, between you and Sparky, I sure know where to come when I want to get my evil on.
::preens::
Thank you. I try.
I don't give a good gorram about relevant, Wash. Or objective. And I ain't so afraid of losing something that I ain't gonna try to have it. You and I would make one beautiful baby. And I want to meet that child one day. Period.
Zoe ,'Heart Of Gold'
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.
Amy - Sep 12, 2006 4:17:16 pm PDT #2899 of 10000
Because books.
Sparky1 - Sep 12, 2006 4:39:41 pm PDT #2900 of 10000
Librarian Warlord
Aww, shucks! Sail, you say the nicest things...
::snuggles with AmyLiz and our pile of True Crime novels::
Amy - Sep 12, 2006 4:50:04 pm PDT #2901 of 10000
Because books.
::snuggles with AmyLiz and our pile of True Crime novels::
::brews tea so we can safely practice our evil laugh::
Steph L. - Sep 12, 2006 4:51:55 pm PDT #2902 of 10000
I look more rad than Lutheranism
P-C, can I suggest one thing?
Just for tonight, put it on the back burner. It's your BIRTHDAY, man! You should spend the rest of your damn birthday in a stress-free state of mind. And if that means turning off your phone and not talking to your mother, at least for tonight, then do it. And cram all the thoughts of the Obligatory Familial Money Dispersal into a locked box in your mind until tomorrow, and think about pleasant things.
Like S3 of VM. Like pretty girls. Like making out with pretty girls.
I mean it. It's your birthday, man. No insane family stress for the rest of the day. It'll be there tomorrow; that's a given, unfortunately.
Cashmere - Sep 12, 2006 4:52:06 pm PDT #2903 of 10000
Now tagless for your comfort.
Yeah, Steph's idea is good. Forget I said that.
Lee - Sep 12, 2006 4:52:48 pm PDT #2904 of 10000
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
:brews tea so we can safely practice our evil laugh::
Believe me, Sparky1 doesn't need to practice.
Sparky1 - Sep 12, 2006 4:56:03 pm PDT #2905 of 10000
Librarian Warlord
Believe me, Sparky1 doesn't need to practice.
It's true that it comes naturally to me. Which reminds me, I have to wrap your birthday present.
Bawhahahahaha!
Lee - Sep 12, 2006 4:59:18 pm PDT #2906 of 10000
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Uh oh.
Wait....PREZZIES?
YAY
So, how many people (other than me) bought apples on their way home?
Steph L. - Sep 12, 2006 5:04:42 pm PDT #2907 of 10000
I look more rad than Lutheranism
Jesus God. Someone just vigorously twisted and shook my door handle (from the hallway side). It is, as always, locked, but I still think I jumped 10 feet in surprise.
Granted, I live in the university area, and classes start next week, so the students are moving back right now, and undoubtedly someone who's moving in to my building (there's a moving van out front right now) went to the wrong door, OR if they had a friend help them move and then they provided the friend with beer (as is the custom), the beer-swilling friend may have come to the wrong door.
But I'm still suddenly wigged. My most frequent stress-causing dreams -- not nightmares, they're not exactly *fright*-inducing -- are dreams in which I find strangers in my apartment and I *know* I locked the doors. I have that dream 3-4 times a month. And I figure it's mostly a symbolic dream (intimacy issues, blah blah blah), but, you know, I don't want someone to actually come into my apartment uninvited. So there's some literal truth to the dreams, too.
Anyway. Now I'm babbling because I'm a little wigged.
Stephanie - Sep 12, 2006 5:09:22 pm PDT #2908 of 10000
Trust my rage
One of the things that used to freak me out the most when Joe was/is gone was when the dogs would start growling very low. I know they were warning me of something outside and yes, I'd rather be warned, I guess, and most of the time what they were "warning" about was a squirrel, but it still wigs me out every single time.