My cats had both drawn blood that day... Oz's bruising me was pretty much just funny. Without the thick hiking socks it might have been a different story but as it was, just amusing. Got bitch slapped by a cat...
Let him do his thing, and then you get him out. No messing with him for laughs.
Mal ,'Ariel'
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.
Cass - Oct 26, 2006 7:49:16 pm PDT #8855 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.
Lee - Oct 26, 2006 7:51:09 pm PDT #8856 of 10000
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
YAY for socks
Aims - Oct 26, 2006 8:01:57 pm PDT #8857 of 10000
Shit's all sorts of different now.
If you have really long hair, and you are leaning to one side to get some of the hair in the back curled, you can slip and burn your boob.
Not that I know this or anything.
walks away, whistles
Cass - Oct 26, 2006 8:04:18 pm PDT #8858 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.
Yep, I loves my socks.
Hmm I wonder where this bruise came from?It's one of the official Buffista games, Laga. Name that bruise...
Daisy Jane - Oct 26, 2006 8:11:05 pm PDT #8859 of 10000
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
If you have really long hair, and you are leaning to one side to get some of the hair in the back curled, you can slip and burn your boob.
HAH! No, but close. You know how when you drop something, your instinct is to catch it. And you know how when you're curling your hair, you often have a hunk of it in one hand and a brush in the other. Then sometimes, the curling iron slips so you catch it with your elbow and boob.
This is why I should not attempt anything before coffee. Far too dangerous.
P.M. Marc - Oct 26, 2006 10:19:32 pm PDT #8860 of 10000
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
When I was pregnant, I burned my boob with the cheese from a Hot Pocket.
Fucker took forever to heal.
Placebo = good.
Fuckos who talktalktalk behind you during the WHOLE SET?
Bad, and in need of sporking.
Brian Molko = tiny.
esse - Oct 27, 2006 12:14:49 am PDT #8861 of 10000
S to the A -- using they/them pronouns!
Oh, you got tickets! That's awesome, Plei.
Today's my last day at this gig, and one of the things I'm going to miss most about working here is the greengrocer and butcher around the corner. I love getting food there. It's so much nicer than the supermarket.
WindSparrow - Oct 27, 2006 3:32:43 am PDT #8862 of 10000
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
I once stepped on a hot curling iron, which I had apparently forgotten to turn off and which had fallen to the floor.
My only excuse is that I was 13.
esse - Oct 27, 2006 3:41:21 am PDT #8863 of 10000
S to the A -- using they/them pronouns!
When I was a kid, I got a splinter or something caught in my thumb and it turned green. I hid it with a band-aid. When my mother finally discovered it, we had to go to the emergency room. I still get teased about having a green thumb.
Nora Deirdre - Oct 27, 2006 4:07:02 am PDT #8864 of 10000
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
OK, I am deleting my rant, because I am actually in an excellent mood. I also present a fun write up of my town! Salem!