Saffron: You won't tell anyone about me breaking down? Mal: I won't. Saffron: Then I won't tell anyone how easily I got your gun out of your holster. Mal: I'll take that as a kindness.

'Trash'


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.


Sparky1 - Oct 12, 2006 6:50:17 am PDT #6927 of 10000
Librarian Warlord

Dear Supervisor,

Please do not approve time off for 3 of the 5 people in the department on the same day without checking with the remaining. Two of us covering 12 hours of Reference sucks monkey balls and you've now done this to me twice this semester.

Signed,

Iamsogoingtogetyouforthis.


SuziQ - Oct 12, 2006 7:00:29 am PDT #6928 of 10000
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame

Last night I saw Mary Karr and Calvin Trillin being interviewed by Jon Carroll

Carroll's elder daughter was my maid of honor. We haven't spoken in years....YEARS. Feh.

The GRONK is not receeding. I HATE sleeping through my alarm. It is like I never recover.


Glamcookie - Oct 12, 2006 7:05:41 am PDT #6929 of 10000
I know my own heart and understand my fellow man. But I am made unlike anyone I have ever met. I dare to say I am like no one in the whole world. - Anne Lister

I have Matilda in my arms, and she's fed and clean and content and alert. Consequently I am kissing her little baby head incessantly.

Aw. Makes me want a Matilda of mine very own!


SuziQ - Oct 12, 2006 7:10:57 am PDT #6930 of 10000
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame

I have Matilda in my arms, and she's fed and clean and content and alert. Consequently I am kissing her little baby head incessantly.

Wibble. I miss that feeling.


Amy - Oct 12, 2006 7:12:31 am PDT #6931 of 10000
Because books.

Consequently I am kissing her little baby head incessantly.

New baby smell! God, I miss it.


sj - Oct 12, 2006 7:18:21 am PDT #6932 of 10000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

I have Matilda in my arms, and she's fed and clean and content and alert. Consequently I am kissing her little baby head incessantly.

Awww. Ovary ache.

No snow here, but there was a ton of rain last night. Teacup Guy was up most of the night feeling awful, and now he is at his super long day at work.


Steph L. - Oct 12, 2006 7:19:52 am PDT #6933 of 10000
I look more rad than Lutheranism

I have Matilda in my arms, and she's fed and clean and content and alert. Consequently I am kissing her little baby head incessantly.

Aw. Makes me want a Matilda of mine very own!

Makes me want MORE MATILDA PICTURES!

t /greedy


Lee - Oct 12, 2006 7:57:17 am PDT #6934 of 10000
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

What Steph said.

IOmemeN, so far today, I've done two good deeds:
1) Helping a woman in the parking lot of Starbucks who was trying to juggle a minivan door, a toddler, and a tray full of coffee.
2) Not throwing up on the toddlers in the Starbucks whose screeching sent my headache back up to migraine level.

Yay me.


Aims - Oct 12, 2006 8:02:20 am PDT #6935 of 10000
Shit's all sorts of different now.

I'm seeing Sweet Charity tonight starring Molly Ringwald!

I don't know the show, I don't know the music (but for "Big Spender"), all I know is that Shirley MacClaine won a Tony when she did it.

I'm still excited as hell!


Topic!Cindy - Oct 12, 2006 8:04:52 am PDT #6936 of 10000
What is even happening?

1) Helping a woman in the parking lot of Starbucks who was trying to juggle a minivan door, a toddler, and a tray full of coffee.
Having been in her position, I can only bless you a million times, and hope that your migraine (and Betsy's migraine hangover) disappears immediately.
I had a migraine from one Thursday to the following Tuesday and now I have a migraine hangover and feel like a zweiback that has been eaten and vomited up again.
Also my son is flunking three courses and getting an A-minus in history and his P.E. teacher complains that he is pretending not to be there.
Please, can I have a do-over?
Oh, honey. You need a skip over. I'm so sorry. I'm sending powerful thoughts to your son, right now. If this afternoon, he complains that he feels like he received a size nine square to the seat of his pants, but can't remember anything happening, nod in sympathy on the outside, and smile on the inside.