It looks like the universe is safe, today, at least from us, Frank.
Well, dang.
'Objects In Space'
[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.
It looks like the universe is safe, today, at least from us, Frank.
Well, dang.
I think you and I will have to meet in Maine, if it's ever going to happen.
Heh. That's where I'll be tomorrow.
Are you going up early? The weather is going to be extra nasty.
Well, dang.
Nora, we absolutely just have to meet for coffee somewhere in the middle, some day. We're probably not 15 miles from each other.
I'm telling you, Cindy Does. Not. EXIST.
Nora, we absolutely just have to meet for coffee somewhere in the middle, some day. We're probably not 15 miles from each other.
If that!
Teppy+Boy=OTP. ::sigh::
Sail, talk to your dentist. I sleep every night in a biteplate because of the tooth-grinding. It has saved me the daily cluster headaches of varying intensity I used to suffer before I got it
I fully intended to get one and then ADs happened, so I didn't need it. Now, though, I may make an appointment to have him make me one. Fortunately, my insurance covers one, because they ain't cheap.
Yay, Steph! That's a wonderful story.
Are you going up early? The weather is going to be extra nasty.
10:30-ish. I'm going to be hanging with my brother and his wife (I dug up an old MST3K with a movie that had Ian McShane in it and with them being DEADWOOD fans, I thought it would be a kick), then heading back Sunday noon-ish.
Cindy, I thought for sure you would be going tonight, since I can't make it. It's crazy that we haven't met yet.
Tep, that's not only hugely, weirdly romantic, it's exactly and quintessentially you.
Yes, this. YAY! Tep-schmoop is a thing of violent beauty.