I don't have a cat!
'Time Bomb'
Spike's Bitches 33: Weeping, crawling, blaming everybody else
[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.
You know, in my world of twisted etiquette.
takes copious notes
Basically, you can think I'm crazy, even TELL me I'm crazy, as long as you pat my head and tell me I'm pretty afterward. (Though I prefer "stunning" or "gorgeous" or something similarly over-the-top.) (And I prefer it more if you can make me believe it.)
Teppy, I think your reaction is completely understandable. I also think that you're gorgeous and smart and witty and geeky in all the fun and glorious ways, and The Boy knows that. So, please try not to drive yourself insane with worrying.
Thank you for the birthday wishes, everyone! Pete just came back to the office to drop off a huge bouquet of roses for me! I *think* that was the surprise he was talking about. However, knowing him, probably not.
I like Teppy's twisted etiquette.
Jilli! Roses! Birthdays! So exciting!
Jilli! Roses! Birthdays! So exciting!
I know! Plus today is Writer Freeze for our current deadline, which means all the writers are scrambling to obey me. That always makes me happy.
A picture from Wednesday night. The pink fabric I'm holding is a pair of pink tights that a friend decorated for me; she drew rows of the swirly bats from the GCS site onto the tights. They're *gorgeous*.
Oh, Jilli! You look amazing! And those tights sound fabulous. Keep them away from Joe.
Or, request another pair from your friend...
Post #2072 is why I love Trudy.