Giles: I'm sure we're all perfectly safe. Dawn: We're safe. Right. And Spike built a robot Buffy to play checkers with. Tara: It sounded convincing when I thought it.

'Dirty Girls'


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.


WindSparrow - Nov 17, 2006 6:27:21 pm PST #2186 of 10004
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.

Happy B-Day, Jilli!


Cass - Nov 17, 2006 6:27:52 pm PST #2187 of 10004
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.

In showers, I am Teppy.
In showers, I am vw. Because I very often have to stop and really think if I have already washed my hair or not. I mean, yeah, hair is wet, but is it clean?

I get distracted between gronk and Thinking Deep Thoughts in the shower. I plot conversations or stories or somesuch while I am in there.

Shaving however is not an issue as I shave my legs every time I shower. I am not a fan of stubble.


DCJensen - Nov 17, 2006 6:37:25 pm PST #2188 of 10004
All is well that ends in pizza.

Happy Birthday, Jilli!


Hil R. - Nov 17, 2006 7:24:18 pm PST #2189 of 10004
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l

Argh. I'm really hungry. I don't have much food, but I found one of those bags of frozen rice in the freezer. Took it out, and it was sealed wrong and the rice spilled out all over the floor. Swept it up, and managed to spill half of it back on the floor while trying to empty the dustpan into the garbage.

This has not been a good week. This is not a good way to end the week. I will be very happy Monday night when I can start relaxing.


WindSparrow - Nov 17, 2006 7:38:24 pm PST #2190 of 10004
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.

{{{{Hil}}}}


beth b - Nov 17, 2006 7:52:13 pm PST #2191 of 10004
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!

new restaurant intown ... I'd shove the leftover bread through the 'net to you if I didn't think it would be crumbs by the time it got there, Hil. The rigatoni was a beef and mushroom . good thing they don't have a beer and wine yet , or I'd be in a major food/wine coma...


SailAweigh - Nov 17, 2006 7:55:01 pm PST #2192 of 10004
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb

{{Hil}} May your weekend lay low, lay off and let you get stuff done. Glasses~ma.

ION, I went to the opera tonight. The best part? Standing in line for the coat check afterward and having a red satin ass to drool over. Seriously, there is nothing like slick, shiny, cheek hugging, red satin covered ass. I couldn't make up my mind if I wanted to pinch it, bite it or lick it. So I did none of those as she was not a Buffista and may have startled unreasonably at a complete stranger taking a chomp out of her red satin ass.


Maria - Nov 17, 2006 9:33:31 pm PST #2193 of 10004
Not so nice is that I'm about to ruin a Friday morning for a bunch of people because of a series of unfortunate events and an upset foreign government. - shrift

I am getting this in just under the wire:

Perkiest of Sugary Pink and Black Birthdays, Jilli! I hope you had a marvelous day.

ION, look upon my works and despair, for lo, I have organised my closet. The Container Store is guilty of aiding and abetting. Total time? 4 hours. It's wonderful not to be attacked by shoes when I open the door. The pointy ones hurt, damnit.


Lee - Nov 17, 2006 10:42:18 pm PST #2194 of 10004
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

Sekret message for Aimee: tonight, at the concert, Natalie wore gauchos.


Steph L. - Nov 18, 2006 1:05:24 am PST #2195 of 10004
I look more rad than Lutheranism