Kristin, I'm sathinks on aim and yahoo. I think you have my gmail one.
I mean, let's say you did kill us. Or didn't. There could be torture. Whatever. But somehow you found the goods. What would your cut be?
Mal ,'Out Of Gas'
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.
esse - Dec 29, 2006 7:14:31 pm PST #8063 of 10004
S to the A -- using they/them pronouns!
Pix - Dec 29, 2006 7:20:50 pm PST #8064 of 10004
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
Gotcha and got Plei's too. Thanks!
Cass - Dec 29, 2006 7:23:05 pm PST #8065 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.
I'm sathinks on aim and yahoo.Mightn't I steal the info as well? I had this massively random fic question a while back and Plei was all not around.
Though come to think of it, I think I lost my AIM creds and I have likely lost my contacts there. But that is an issue entirely separate. I just watched a good vid of a bad old ship and so my heart is all fussy and doing jazz hands.
esse - Dec 29, 2006 7:25:02 pm PST #8066 of 10004
S to the A -- using they/them pronouns!
Yes, of course! That's not a problem at all. And I will happily assist in any fic queries. I'm like the lycos dog when it comes to fic. We both are in search of boxers. (Or something.)
Cass - Dec 29, 2006 7:37:46 pm PST #8067 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.
And I will happily assist in any fic queries. I'm like the lycos dog when it comes to fic. We both are in search of boxers. (Or something.)Oh, never mind then. I'm still partial to boxer briefs.
And, my smartassness removed for a moment, thanks! I'm Cass_404 on Yahoo and I have no idea on AIM anymore.
Volans - Dec 29, 2006 8:36:26 pm PST #8068 of 10004
move out and draw fire
Gronk, and ugh.
I have just achieved the next degree of the Masonic society known as parenthood. I got projectile-vomited on.
Midnight, just snuggling in with husband and cat, when we hear the rather unpleasant sound of lots of fluid hitting the wall. Then there was choking and crying and so I hustle in to comfort the baby...who puts his arms up and barfs all over me. From like a meter away.
Summarizing the rest of the night, I'm exhausted, the DH got the worst task of cleanup, and Mal is happy and perky.
Beverly - Dec 29, 2006 8:50:29 pm PST #8069 of 10004
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Oh hon. That's so miserable. I'm so, so sorry. But at least Mal's feeling better.
Pix - Dec 29, 2006 8:59:14 pm PST #8070 of 10004
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
Oh, poor Raq! I'm so sorry, honey.
DavidS - Dec 29, 2006 9:02:05 pm PST #8071 of 10004
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Wait until you see projectile shitting.
Bubbles. Ouch.
As Natalie Wood learned the hard way.
You know, SA, you can make hash browns even in blighty. Or Ireland. They do have potatoes over there.
libkitty - Dec 29, 2006 10:18:43 pm PST #8072 of 10004
Embrace the idea that we are the leaders we've been looking for. Grace Lee Boggs
Today is the first Friday in weeeeeeeeeks that I haven't flown to California. It's bliss.
Yay! Not traveling after lots o' traveling can be wonderful. Also, yay to Kittenish and Puppycat for having you home!
Welcome home, vw. I'm sure Toto will get over being cross and will be wildly thrilled to have you home before long.
Somehow, New Year's Eve seems way too long to wait for fizzy wine when there are such lovely cans to be had. I may have to see if they are available in town.
And I see IM names. Hmm.