Hey, Cindy, in the words of my literary husband, "Everyone lies. Some because they have to and others for the sheer joy of it." So go ahead. And yes, that hooked me on House because I was all "Shoutout!"
You know, I just... I woke up, and I looked in the mirror, and I thought, hey, what's with all the sin? I need to change. I'm... I'm dirty. I'm, I'm bad with the... sex and the envy and that, that loud music us kids listen to nowadays.
Buffy ,'Lessons'
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.
erikaj - Oct 17, 2006 11:59:29 am PDT #7545 of 10000
Always Anti-fascist!
Steph L. - Oct 17, 2006 12:03:40 pm PDT #7546 of 10000
I look more rad than Lutheranism
Jilli, you look (a) amazing, and (2) quite lean.
Yet more proof that other people don't look at pictures the way I do, 'cos I was all "Well, they're not dreadful photos, but I could have sworn I had more jawline".
What struck me was your cheekbones. And I don't mean the way that makeup and lighting are emphasizing your left cheekbone (*your* left, not the picture's left); I mean your right cheekbone, and the whole diagonal slope it creates down to the corner of your mouth.
esse - Oct 17, 2006 12:10:12 pm PDT #7547 of 10000
S to the A -- using they/them pronouns!
lovely as usual, Jilli. I bet Pete never expected to get so much use out of a tuxedo before he married you.
Pix - Oct 17, 2006 12:17:41 pm PDT #7548 of 10000
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
I bet Pete never expected to get so much use out of a tuxedo before he married you.
Are you kidding? I think Pete was born in a tuxedo.
brenda m - Oct 17, 2006 12:26:55 pm PDT #7549 of 10000
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
Tell me I'm not going to screw up the large project that landed on my head from the big national office on the day I'm going to ask to be moved up, and that I will in fact do such a wonderful job that they will have to, must promote me and give me a big fat raise.
I think the answer to that is "duh". You'll rock that shit like Pete rocks a tuxedo.
Daisy Jane - Oct 17, 2006 12:41:21 pm PDT #7550 of 10000
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Now, it turns out a coworker didn't do part of her piece, so I have to go back over that. Not entirely her fault, in that there were computer issues. Still, I could have been notified like, yesterday, when I could have had it done and not be crunched on it before I can finish this project.
§ ita § - Oct 17, 2006 12:51:46 pm PDT #7551 of 10000
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Jilli, I love your husband. I love you too, but I was just overwhelmed with how damned adoracute your hubby is.
The two of you rock.
DJ, clearest of thinking to you.
Atropa - Oct 17, 2006 1:13:58 pm PDT #7552 of 10000
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
Are you kidding? I think Pete was born in a tuxedo.
Please. The boy wore jeans & t-shirts or jumpers (er, sweaters) until we started dating.
DJ, good luck!
Jilli, I love your husband. I love you too, but I was just overwhelmed with how damnedadoracute your hubby is.
He is pretty cute, isn't he? And is perfectly willing to help me apply stage blood so it looks subtle and ladylike.
Topic!Cindy - Oct 17, 2006 1:15:54 pm PDT #7553 of 10000
What is even happening?
He is adorable, and Jilli, you are so beautiful. The blood was just enough to be menacing, without being grusome.
Atropa - Oct 17, 2006 1:20:21 pm PDT #7554 of 10000
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
He is adorable, and Jilli, you are so beautiful.
blush
The blood was just enough to be menacing, without being grusome.
One of my friends stared and stared at me, because at first she thought I had smudged my lipstick, and then was trying to figure out if I had been in an accident and she'd missed an LJ post, and then finally noticed the blood spatters on my blouse.