When I was 12 and started tripping over tables and bouncing off door frames Mom said I would soon grow into my body. I'm still waiting. Hmm I wonder where this bruise came from?
I, for one, wasn't looking forward to starting my day with a slaughter. Which, really, just goes to show how much I've grown
Anya ,'Sleeper'
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.
Laga - Oct 26, 2006 5:35:03 pm PDT #8839 of 10000
You should know I'm a big deal in the Resistance.
Daisy Jane - Oct 26, 2006 5:38:54 pm PDT #8840 of 10000
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Oh, I'm totally the pot to Cass's kettle. I've tripped over a foul line- the painted line on the basketball court. I've nearly broken a rib on a barstool, stepped in a mess'o'glass playing ball with my heels off (because with heels on is just stupid, barefoot at a bar is much, much better), punched a hole in a window, and burned my boob with a curling iron. And that's just the stuff I tell people about.
Cass - Oct 26, 2006 5:42:48 pm PDT #8841 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.
Cass, back away from the... everything that's not a stuffed animal or a cushion. Dude.Are we back to the padded hampster ball for me?
Seconded. Didn't you also roll a table over your foot?No! That was my thumb.
Daisy Jane - Oct 26, 2006 5:47:41 pm PDT #8842 of 10000
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Bubble-Cass!
Cass - Oct 26, 2006 6:02:55 pm PDT #8843 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.
Sadly, I think I agree.
Hey ... Bubbles ... WINE!
sj - Oct 26, 2006 6:06:15 pm PDT #8844 of 10000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Especially no sharp objects after wine, Cass.
vw bug - Oct 26, 2006 6:15:39 pm PDT #8845 of 10000
Mostly lurking...
Oh, Cass! I knew I shouldn't have hung up earlier! I had this feeling of DANGER coming.
Cass, back away from the... everything that's not a stuffed animal or a cushion. Dude.
This. Totally this, babe. Don't make me come over there!
All of your Deb belongs to me! And so does sleep. As of Now. Night my Bitches!
Cass - Oct 26, 2006 6:16:07 pm PDT #8846 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.
Seems that with the feeling less pain, after wine would be better. Well for the pain, not neccessarily for the fewer stabbings.
I had this feeling of DANGER coming.Those were hunger pangs. And the sandwich helped those. Just in a bloodier way than I had hoped.
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Okay, bandaged finger is hitting multiple keys. Annoying. Mostly I keep adding spaces when typing left bottom row keys.
Beverly - Oct 26, 2006 6:24:05 pm PDT #8847 of 10000
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Oh, I'm totally the pot to Cass's kettle. I've tripped over a foul line- the painted line on the basketball court. I've nearly broken a rib on a barstool, stepped in a mess'o'glass playing ball with my heels off (because with heels on is just stupid, barefoot at a bar is much, much better), punched a hole in a window, and burned my boob with a curling iron. And that's just the stuff I tell people about.
Yes, my darlings, but our Erin *sat. on. a. knife*.
No more sharp or stabby things for you guys! Or me, for that matter. I jammed the point of a knife just above my wrist, and while the cut was shallow, I could *not* get it to stop bleeding. Could not. Luckily H came home and applied butterflies. And then superglue. The scar is less than a half-inch long. Interestingly, though, I must have unmoored muscle and tendon, because there's a curious trough of missing tissue under the healed scar.
Ellie is woefully cute in that ladybug costume. Poor mite. I hope the candy makes up for the costume woe.
Lee - Oct 26, 2006 7:12:04 pm PDT #8848 of 10000
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I just spent 5 miniutes checking for paw cuts and then 20 minutes cleaning milk off my kitchen counter and floor.
I think Cass and Perkins the cat may be related.