I'm glad we don't have to explain Aimée to you.
HEY! I need no explanation. It doesn't take a genius to figure out how fabulous I am.
And watch how you talk to your Empress.
Sheesh.
Ah, yes, of course. The gypsies, they gave you your soul. The gypsies are filthy people. Ptui! We shall speak of them no more.
Ilona Costa Bianchi ,'The Girl in Question'
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.
Aims - Aug 28, 2006 1:53:29 pm PDT #573 of 10000
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Sean K - Aug 28, 2006 1:54:02 pm PDT #574 of 10000
You can't leave me to my own devices; my devices are Nap and Eat. -Zenkitty
We are back home. It was outpatient. The doc wanted a look in person, as it is hard to diagnose over the phone, but after seeing her, and performing a quick procedure, we are back, and hopefully staying here until our follow up appointment on the 7th.
Our house still smells like paint fumes though, which makes me pretty effin' unhappy. The people at the housing board apparently really don't care about anything, let alone anything like stupid health problems.
SonusExMachina - Aug 28, 2006 1:54:40 pm PDT #575 of 10000
BOOK: "River..? Please, why don't you come
on out..." RIVER: "No. Can't. Too much hair." - 'Jaynestown'
The Empress needs no explanation.
Aims - Aug 28, 2006 1:55:27 pm PDT #576 of 10000
Shit's all sorts of different now.
See?
bats eyelashes
aurelia - Aug 28, 2006 1:57:11 pm PDT #577 of 10000
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.
Welcome, Sonus.
Do we have more theatre people than actuaries now?
Aims - Aug 28, 2006 1:58:08 pm PDT #578 of 10000
Shit's all sorts of different now.
It's quite possible.
Daisy Jane - Aug 28, 2006 2:00:30 pm PDT #579 of 10000
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
I am going to get drunk now. See yall later.
Topic!Cindy - Aug 28, 2006 2:00:41 pm PDT #580 of 10000
What is even happening?
And watch how you talk to your Empress.
I wasn't talking to you, Glorificus oh sweet...thou. I was speaking of you.
The Empress needs no explanation.
Which is good, as she defies it.
We are back home. It was outpatient. The doc wanted a look in person, as it is hard to diagnose over the phone, but after seeing her, and performing a quick procedure, we are back, and hopefully staying here until our follow up appointment on the 7th.I'm so glad you're back home.
Our house still smells like paint fumes though, which makes me pretty effin' unhappy. The people at the housing board apparently really don't care about anything, let alone anything like stupid health problems.Sheeesh. Did you get to talk to a live person, Sean, or did you have to leave a message?
Aims - Aug 28, 2006 2:03:06 pm PDT #581 of 10000
Shit's all sorts of different now.
I wasn't talking to you, Glorificus
giggles
sj - Aug 28, 2006 2:07:32 pm PDT #582 of 10000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Aw, sj. Thank you sweetie, but it's not really a hug-needing moment (not that I'm complaining about hugs from you!). I just needed to acknowledge that, because I think there's some more life-changing moments coming up that I need to be free & clear for.
How could I miss an opportunity to hug you? Good luck with life changes ahead.