Nope. It was lovely. As the present one promises to be.
Cindy, I answered a question. Was it the lie/laid thing? Was there anything else I missed? If so, point me more, um, pointedly. And 'scuse the dense.
Everybody dies, Tracey. Someone's carrying a bullet for you right now, doesn't even know it. The trick is to die of old age before it finds you.
Mal ,'The Message'
Buffista Fic: It Could Be Plot Bunnies
Where the Buffistas let their fanfic creative juices flow. May contain erotica.
Beverly - Sep 07, 2003 1:13:11 pm PDT #6424 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Cindy - Sep 07, 2003 1:41:58 pm PDT #6425 of 10001
Nobody
All set, Beverly. Thanks for the lay. ;)
Beverly - Sep 07, 2003 1:45:42 pm PDT #6426 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Bwah!
Hee. You're welcome. Anytime!
erikaj - Sep 07, 2003 1:55:22 pm PDT #6427 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
Um, do you guys need a room or something?
Cindy - Sep 07, 2003 2:12:50 pm PDT #6428 of 10001
Nobody
Not any more, erika. Sheesh, talk about slow on the uptake. I've got Live Journal creases on my butt, and everything.
deborah grabien - Sep 07, 2003 3:19:02 pm PDT #6429 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
(heheheheh. Bev and Cindy getting a room. heheheheh.)
deborah grabien - Sep 07, 2003 3:51:45 pm PDT #6430 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Today's Sunday 100.
Moonlight
The young man, called Oz most nights, is on the prowl.
He's not Oz tonight, not a guitarist, not a laconic over-achiever who uses words so sparsely that each is a freight car for many meanings. Tonight is full moon, and he's not Oz. He's a predator, padding through the bushes, scenting blood on the wind. He's not supposed to be running free.
Something rustles behind him, and a man falls down, tranquilised. The redhaired witch, meaning the dart for Oz, changes her aim to take down the bounty hunter, chasing her lover with a silver bullet in his rifle.
Am-Chau Yarkona - Sep 07, 2003 10:55:27 pm PDT #6431 of 10001
I bop to Wittgenstein. -- Nutty
a laconic over-achiever who uses words so sparsely that each is a freight car for many meanings
Oh, deb. I love it when you drabble, you know? It's beautiful-- the way you use language.
P.M. Marc - Sep 07, 2003 11:51:11 pm PDT #6432 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
So, of course, there comes a time in the week where yes, I realize there's more Sunrise to post.
This is that time of the week. Subject, as always, to change. New stuff
Cindy - Sep 07, 2003 11:56:12 pm PDT #6433 of 10001
Nobody
I am a junkie, who knows her fix is here. Thanks, Plei. The timing couldn't be better, either.
*runs to read her precioussssssssssss*