erika, your internet wives love you and want a detailed breakdown of Kay Howard, shaking her groove thang to Nancy Sinatra, and Wes and Lorne getting all major about it.
Oh yes we do.
'Bushwhacked'
Where the Buffistas let their fanfic creative juices flow. May contain erotica.
erika, your internet wives love you and want a detailed breakdown of Kay Howard, shaking her groove thang to Nancy Sinatra, and Wes and Lorne getting all major about it.
Oh yes we do.
Did anyone tell you you're sexy when you're demanding?Actually, this is the first Xmas Eve in ages I don't have plans...other than that, I mean(stupid controlling stepmom messing with a tradition of about fifteen years. But I'm not bitter. Children of divorce have so much tradition to rely on...no, wait.) But it's fanfiction's gain...makes sense I'd write my darkest, most sensual piece while everybody else is ficcing "It's A Wonderful Life"...I'm perverse like that.(Of course, that doesn't explain "Boots" except that you don't have to be a singer and it's not a songficcy song.) I googled the lyrics yesterday...oh the things fandom requires you to know!
Did anyone tell you you're sexy when you're demanding?
You've met Nic, right?
(Of course, that doesn't explain "Boots" except that you don't have to be a singer and it's not a songficcy song.)
Hell, it practically is songfic. My fave lyric: "I just got me a brand new box of matches - yeah! And what he knows, you aint had time to learn!"
Mmmmmmmbaby. Love that damned song.
(Oh, for the record? I never wore go-go boots.)
Yeah, briefly, I met "our" husband. Yeah, that's true. But I didn't pick it so she could give her deeper feelings to anybody, or anything.
That's right, Nic is now "our" DH. He'll like that - he appreciates good writing.
RELATIVE: So, you seeing anybody special? ME: Actually, I'm in a three-way plural marriage right now. They really love my Munchkin. And I give good Pembleton, too, which they say is the hardest, but it's hard to judge when it's yours. BWAH! (I owe them one embarrassing moment since a few years ago, sm gave dad a massage pillow and said "Since you never touch me anymore!" In front of all my relatives..."You gave me a toaster last year, bitch!" would be less embarrassing.)
I owe them one embarrassing moment since a few years ago, sm gave dad a massage pillow and said "Since you never touch me anymore!" In front of all my relatives...
Jeeeeeeeeebus. Yes, you definitely owe them a moment. Or nine.
I was gonna quit counseling that year, too, I...didn't. And I've felt no pressure to marry outside Buffistas. Wonder why. I can be frustrated and bitter already. And this way, I get the stereo and the remote.
And this way, I get the stereo and the remote.
And you don't have to cook anyone breakfast. Or clean up their messes. Or wash their socks.
Best of all worlds.
One time, right after they split, my dad sent my mom a postcard and the P.S. was :I've learned to wash my socks. Maybe now I can wash yours? I like to think the way with words came from the other side. And no, I wasn't supposed to know about it. Even I wasn't surprised when she didn't take him back.