Cordelia: You're him. You're Angel's son. Connor: It's not like I got to choose.

'Hell Bound'


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.


Cass - Dec 29, 2006 4:41:59 pm PST #8045 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.

Cass, did you get something in the mail today?
No. But likely because I didn't check my mail.

I could go check my mail and run over to TJ's for fizzy wine...


Lee - Dec 29, 2006 4:42:49 pm PST #8046 of 10004
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

You should do that.


Lee - Dec 29, 2006 4:51:14 pm PST #8047 of 10004
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

I'm trying to decide if this should be a beer, champagne, or vodka night.

Life is very hard sometimes.


Connie Neil - Dec 29, 2006 4:51:41 pm PST #8048 of 10004
brillig

OK, there is the most hysterical movie on Fox right now, The Rundown, with The Rock. It's kind of like Romancing the Stone crossed with a Jackie Chan movie with a buddy movie vibe instead of a romance and all sorts of Matrix-style impossible fight stuff.


Laura - Dec 29, 2006 4:58:57 pm PST #8049 of 10004
Our wings are not tired.

{{Daisy Jane}} I'm sorry for your loss.

{{ND and family}} Vibes for you and yours.

{{GC & GF}} I hope a better alternative is found for your dad.

Welcome home, vw.

prepares to jump into katefate's lap and nuzzle her neck when she next appears

I skimmed. It's hot tonight. Don't want to close up and put on the air. That seems wrong. Maybe I should sit outside for a bit. It's 75F with 77% humidity, so that might not help. Windy though. Drippy.


Cass - Dec 29, 2006 5:04:59 pm PST #8050 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.

You should do that.
I did. You got me a blue piece of paper! Alternately, I can trade that tomorrow with the office for valuable fun and prizes.

Chilly outside here. But I now have, in addition to my blue paper, fizzy wine and dark chocolate-covered fig bits.


Lee - Dec 29, 2006 5:06:35 pm PST #8051 of 10004
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

Alternately, I can trade that tomorrow with the office for valuable fun and prizes.

Or a white piece of paper, at the very least!


Cass - Dec 29, 2006 5:11:13 pm PST #8052 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.

Don't go being racist to my Smurfy paper... Except the blue is a little bit teal and I am not a fan of teal. So, yeah, trading it in tomorrow.


Lee - Dec 29, 2006 5:32:17 pm PST #8053 of 10004
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

I wasn't being racist-- there really is a white piece of paper involved.


Cass - Dec 29, 2006 5:40:10 pm PST #8054 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, so much for my being funny. Like the funny syphilis. With fewer vengeful Indians.

Do I get more hints? I like hints!