Just don't let Sandy smoke.
There will be no puking in any of the corners.
Xander ,'Help'
[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.
Just don't let Sandy smoke.
There will be no puking in any of the corners.
Wheeee! I want to watch Grease now.
ION, I'm growing my hair out so I can do a short bob. The front bangish pieces are getting really long (but they're not really bangs because it's parted on the side).
It dried funny today, with the front pieces falling forward and the bottom, around my nape, kind of flipping up.
And I realized, looking in the mirror without my glasses on, I look like James Spader circa Pretty In Pink.
I feel a sudden need to be snobbish and coldly sexual.
And you need to call Buffy.
Like, totally.
And you need to call Buffy.
You passed!
I loved Marty.
Maraschino.
Ya know? Like in cherry?
Ya know? Like in cherry?
I love that scene. "And awaaaaay we go!"
::secretly starts doing the Hand Jive::
::secretly does the boobie bounce::
::okay, that's not so secret::
I wanted Rizzo's dress and those awesome heels. Sandy looked like she'd walked out of a convent.
But then, my favorite song is "There Are Worse Things You Could Do."