We can come by between classes. Usually I use that time to copy over my class notes with a system of different colored pens. But it's been pointed out to me that that's, you know...insane.

Willow ,'Showtime'


Spike's Bitches 34: They're All Slime and Antlers  

[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.


Atropa - Jan 09, 2007 8:28:29 pm PST #128 of 10001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.

Jilli, does M&S still carry the exact bra?

Nope. They carry ones that are similar, tho'.

My friends there could certainly pick some up and ship them no problemo.

Thank you for offering! I have some friends in the UK who have made me the same offer. I'm also cherishing these faint hopes that we'll go to the UK in the next year or so.


javachik - Jan 09, 2007 8:30:38 pm PST #129 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.

I'm also cherishing these faint hopes that we'll go to the UK in the next year or so.

Noted. And hope they're not too faint. :)


Fay - Jan 09, 2007 8:44:50 pm PST #130 of 10001
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.

I'm also cherishing these faint hopes that we'll go to the UK in the next year or so.

...Or why not try Thailand?

We even have a teeny tiny M&S around the corner from my workplace!

t /wild optimism


§ ita § - Jan 09, 2007 8:53:29 pm PST #131 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Did they ever restock the pies near you ita?

Yes they did! And you know what? Santa Monica, at least the bit of it I visit, has three British stores. I still end up in King's Head for convenience, but there's a bigger store at 15th and Wilshire which has videos too.

My VS sadness is that I have some really comfy no VPL bikini-style panties that are almost as invisible as advertised. I go into the store, and I can't find them (I admit, I never last long, even when shopping for panties and therefore avoiding the women who tell me I'm not the bra size I say, despite wearing one of their own (okay, this is stored pre-Wacoal trauma, but it cut deep) in that exact size, and it fitting perfectly), and it's impossible for me to tell from the web site if they even sell them anymore.

They're so freaking comfortable! I want all my panties to be them.


javachik - Jan 09, 2007 8:55:02 pm PST #132 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.

I'ma dyin' to see Thailand. I want to spend a couple of weeks at the Elephant Conservation Center.


§ ita § - Jan 09, 2007 8:59:34 pm PST #133 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

My sister adored Thailand and suggested we buy my mother a trip there, and that I accompany her. I'm not sure when li'l sis got such grandiose and high faluting thoughts, but it sure is a nice idea.

That won't be happening any time soon.


Lee - Jan 09, 2007 9:08:14 pm PST #134 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

Yes they did!

And yet, you haven't sent me any.

Or any Blue Mountain Coffee, for that matter.


Fay - Jan 09, 2007 9:35:30 pm PST #135 of 10001
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.

Go Thailand! Choose Thailand! We have monkeys! (...apparently) And Tigers! And elephants! And Military Coups! And Starbucks!


javachik - Jan 09, 2007 9:40:04 pm PST #136 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.

Ahhh Starbucks. I still can't get over that there was (is) a Starbucks right damned smack in the middle of the Forbidden City.

Fay, did the coup take you by surprise? Scare you at all?


Fay - Jan 09, 2007 9:46:12 pm PST #137 of 10001
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.

Surprise is something of an understatement.

After going to a pub quiz, returning home and retiring to bed I was woken by the phone at midnight and had this conversation:

"Miss Fay?"

"....yes?"

"No school tomorrow."

"....?"

"No school tomorrow, because of revolution."

"WHAT?"

"Revolution, so no school. Don't go in to school. Stay home."

"REVOLUTION? WHAT?"

"....maybe I have wrong word? R. E. V. O. L. U. T. I. O. N."

"...Revolution?"

"Yes. State of military emergency. Stay home."

".....okay?!?"

But it wasn't particularly dramatic in my bit of town, so that was good. 'Course, now we've got random bombs going off right left and centre at New Year, which makes it all a bit like being in London again, back in the day.