She and her friends like to eat bugs too.
Simon: I'm trying to put this as delicately as I can... How do I know you won't kill me in my sleep? Mal: You don't know me, son. So let me explain this to you once: If I ever kill you, you'll be awake, you'll be facing me, and you'll be armed.
'Serenity'
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.
DavidS - Nov 30, 2006 6:31:08 pm PST #3800 of 10004
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
tommyrot - Nov 30, 2006 6:41:29 pm PST #3801 of 10004
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
Hec, do you prefer short-haired hair gloves?
DavidS - Nov 30, 2006 6:42:58 pm PST #3802 of 10004
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Hec, do you prefer short-haired hair gloves?
Blecch. I don't care about the hair once it's off the person. That's a whole different kink.
WindSparrow - Nov 30, 2006 7:01:35 pm PST #3803 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.
Ok, I don't know which is making me more nauseated: The gross long eyelashes of great and wondrous wrongness, or Stephen's bosses.
Anyway, much Great New Job~ma to him.
Cass - Nov 30, 2006 7:07:43 pm PST #3804 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.
Ow. Lower part of my back just started itching like whoa. Like, I want to draw blood scratching whoa. Slathered some script cortisone cream all over. Not amused.
P.M. Marc - Nov 30, 2006 7:13:15 pm PST #3805 of 10004
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
Icky, Cass!
JZ, I've been there. It does get better, once the pressure eases off a little.
I mean, I even had a blog about Baby and Money Stuff, but I'm neglecting it because OMG, WINCHESTERS! OMG, PINSTRIPE PANTS! OMG, REALLY CRAPPY DARK ANGEL FANFIC ADDICTION! YAYS!
So trust me, it improves. In the meantime, vent. We will find ways to distract you, like by talking about how cute your perfectly normal human worm baby is, and stuff.
Cass - Nov 30, 2006 7:27:51 pm PST #3806 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.
Huh. The cream seems to have calmed my back. Love my sensitive skin. Could have been gobbled by bugs, could have found something to touch that made me itch, could have been an errant molecule. There are wee bumps, so contact allergy seems likely. Or a curse. Craziness.
JZ, listen to Plei for she is wise and porny and way literate.
Vortex - Nov 30, 2006 7:35:54 pm PST #3807 of 10004
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
I just got a Levenger catalog, which included the information that there's a Levenger store opening nearby sometime in December. This will be so horrible for my bank account. (At least it's not easily metro-accessible.)
oh dear. Your bank account and my bank account can go to therapy together
beth b - Nov 30, 2006 7:55:36 pm PST #3808 of 10004
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
This has not been my favorite day.
however, I will share the best part of the day. One of our slightly off -center library patrons came in today. all happy when we got the the answer to her question. her actual response: " I love the library. When God doesn't give me the answer, I come here."
sumi - Nov 30, 2006 8:05:39 pm PST #3809 of 10004
Art Crawl!!!
Hee.
Wow, I am really undone. I went to the bookstore after work which involved waiting for a bus in the cold. . . while wearing my less than warmest coat and having the bus be 30 minutes late because it was in a fender bender! Standing and waiting for the bus is tiring for my sore leg. So is walking to and around stores. So is walking home from the bus stop. When I got home my apartment was cold. And I was so damn cold it took me like 3 hours to warm up. I hope my apartment will still be warm tomorrow morning. (I can hear the radiator in the bathroom hissing away.)
And it has started to snow. And I can't not be at work tomorrow so the buses better be running.
And dealing with the boiler meant that I missed a totally cool (apparently) promo for next week's new SPN.
And GA made me cry. Not sure why. Possibly just exhaustion.
I'm going to bed.