Psst, Aimee. I know, it's expensive but it PUTS RHINESTONES IN YOUR HAIR!
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.
When Ben tried to dissuade her (I think Stephen was too busy simultaneously laughing and being horrified), she said, "But it's a *happy* word!"
I'd have been so tempted to say, "If you do it right, it is."
Owen's up to g_ddamit, shit, fuck and possibly, bugger.
Oooh, bugger. Bugger's a good one.
Oooh, bugger. Bugger's a good one.
He watched Four Weddings and a Funeral with me. I want extra credit if I can get him to say, "Bloody sod".
I want extra credit if I can get him to say, "Bloody sod".
Bwah!
Em still says "poncy bugger", but only when prompted.
Gud, I'm so glad for you and your wife and your (as per usual) utterly beautiful kids.
ION, blah. I was just across the street lugging my wheeled basket full of clean laundry back to the apartment, feeling vaguely homemakery but still cute in my long tiny-houndstooth dress and brocade maternity jacket. Hair combed, even. Felt okay, until a homeless man with a shopping cart stopped me to ask solicitously whether I needed help getting all my stuff to the neighborhood shelter. Which was very kind of him, but damn, what an ego-fucking. Time to burn this dress.
Oh dear, JZ, I am so so so SO sorry for this, but I am laughing my ASS off! Just the absurdity of it, and the "oh, dear Lord"-ness of it.
JZ, I, too am so sorry he made you feel blah.
goes over to made me laugh for the same reasons corner with Steph.
I'm getting these [link] shoes for my costume.
Dear Tep and Aimée:
You? SUCK.
Love,
The Homeless Woman In Houndstooth