Are you...demanding?
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.
Jilli, I'm sure you're aware, but you have again made it into Dork Tower. You have no idea how much it makes me smile when I see that happen.
Jilli, I'm sure you're aware, but you have again made it into Dork Tower.
Oooh, I wasn't aware! scampers over to the website
You squee in your appearence.
You know what I want? I want dinner to magically appear, brought by the Dinner Fairies who have read my mind and know what I want for dinner even though *I* don't know what I want.
This, and what Cindy said, are exactly the ways I feel when I have UTI's. And I've had way too many of them. I'm so, so sorry you are feeling bad.
And not getting the right noises at the right time sucks major. Because the right noises at the right time seem to make everything so much better!
Blech. I hate that feeling...so I'll hate your bad feelings in solidarity.
Well, maybe 15-20 minutes after my last post, The Boy called (and I immediately thought "Does one of the Bitches *have* his cell phone number?") and said he was done with work for the night and did I want him to stop by?
Of course I said yes. So he stopped by, made "poor Teppy" sounds, and snuggled with me a bit, before going on his way. Though he didn't leave until he checked to see if I wanted him to make/get me food, and until he reminded me several times to drink lots of water.
So, my crazy brain was proved wrong. Yay!
Three cheers for The Boy.
I'm very happy for you, dear Tep.
She has a surprising well of love for characters who have a decenct, blunt cheery goodness.
And for Henry Kissinger.
Incidentally, I was talking to my brother about this Board, and he came up with the following summary: "Look, I don't mind you making lewd comments, as long as they're grammatically well-constructed."
Good Boy.
Sweet dreams, Tep, and keep forcing those fluids. (not at the same time, obviously.)
Yay for The Boy! I hope you're feeling better.
It was a comfort food night for me. I had mac 'n' cheese.
Karl, you've now earwormed me with "Let's Hear It For the Boy." Make it stop.