But I didn't want to say that because "I've heard of that." Right? And I'm afraid it's wasted on me. I could not appreciate the twelve y.o. Scotch... you can hate me now.
Willow ,'Potential'
Buffista Fic: It Could Be Plot Bunnies
Where the Buffistas let their fanfic creative juices flow. May contain erotica.
But I didn't want to say that because "I've heard of that." Right? And I'm afraid it's wasted on me. I could not appreciate the twelve y.o. Scotch... you can hate me now.
t loves on Erika, hogs all the scotch.
Cool. Win-win, like in that effective people book. (Though I don't think that's what he meant.)
HA! erika gets the love, Plei gets the Macallens.
You know, you're dead right, of course. I keep forgetting his warm toasty fruity stage. But part of me is always going to see him doing the jump from prissy idiot to James Bond, just because the in-between stage was so odd for me to watch.
He's a fun character, Wes is. Not boring, ever.
You know, you're dead right, of course. I keep forgetting his warm toasty fruity stage. But part of me is always going to see him doing the jump from prissy idiot to James Bond, just because the in-between stage was so odd for me to watch.
His warm, toasty, fruity stage makes me so sad, because for a short span of it, he's almost happy, and I just know it all goes down hill from there.
Want more Munch.
Want day to be over.
More Munch!
Actually, as nice as more Munch is going to be? I'm dying to see what erika does with Kay Howard singing Nancy Sinatra and Lorne fainting over it.
Plei, are you on AIM later?
Plei, are you on AIM later?
Ping me. I'm not sure. I keep getting pulled into Actual Real Errands as C-Day rises up to eat my head. Thank DOG tomorrow is a Day Off.
Man, I know - I'm doing a depressingly minimalist Christmas this year and I still need to clean the shit out this house.
Not gonna happen tonight, though. No damned way.
Aw, I'm kvelling...verklempt even. I just realized that was the first time I ever posted "orgasm"...proud moment for any Bitch.Heh, I would've had something to put in the Christmas letter after all...if they didn't give me hives.
If orgasms give you hives, we've gotta get you some better climaxes.