I don't think so. You and the heroine were basically dressed in black pants and t-shirts with cool jackets. See, in the future everything is privatized so there's no actual police force only private security for corporations and rich people, y'all are freelancers. And you weren't mad because you were the sidekick. You were mad about being in the comic at all.
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.
Aims, did you guys like the story?
LOVED the story. It was awesome.
LOVED the story. It was awesome.
YAY! I'm so pleased!
If anyone else wants to see it, the story that goes with the quilt is here: [link]
Well, fuck.
As I was on the phone, chatting away, Toto was downstairs eating a can of hardened hamburger grease that he got out of the bag of garbage that the cleaners left in the entry way.
The vet is very concerned of pancreatitis, because of the amount he ate. I couldn't get him to vomit, so I just fed him some bread in hopes that it will soak up some of the grease.
edit: No hugs necessary. Just feeling stupid. But, he'll be fine. It just might cost me several hundred dollars.
Holy CRAP, I am in a seriously shitty mood.
(contemplates sneaking off to drink a beer or two before going home)
vw, I am glad that Toto will be fine. But boo on the vet bills and stuff. I'm really sorry about that.
Damn. Wish I was still in the city. I'd totally go meet Nora for a beer!
I wanna meet Nora for a beer.
So flipping bored. Can't leave early as we are having our "team lunch". Wheeeeeeeeeeeeee.
Fuck, I'm tired. This damned cold is still hanging on and screwing with my sleep. I nodded off for a second while I was talking to a customer and found myself typing a description of the weird half-dream I was having into the case notes.
Yes, I can sleep-type. I just pray I wasn't sleeptech-supporting, or god knows what I told him to do to his computer.
Stop calling in, you people who own our program! Go spend time with your families, it's the holidays, dammit!
(contemplates sneaking off to drink a beer or two before going home)
If your plan was to stop in at the Works, I'll be there after 2 for a little while.
t /enabler