Come on out, River. The nice man wants to kidnap you.

Simon ,'Objects In Space'


Spike's Bitches 35: We Got a History  

[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.


Beverly - Mar 15, 2007 3:00:24 pm PDT #1044 of 10003
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

(((Miracleborns))) I'm so sorry for all this tsuris. Wishing you strength, and courage, and peace.


Anne W. - Mar 15, 2007 3:02:15 pm PDT #1045 of 10003
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.

{{{{{{{{{Aimée and Joe}}}}}}}}}


Cashmere - Mar 15, 2007 3:05:59 pm PDT #1046 of 10003
Now tagless for your comfort.

I'm gobsmacked. Poor Aimee. What the fucking fuck is wrong with the fucking universe?

Joe, you're a good man. You guys have all my best wishes to wade through this flood of shit. If you need anything, call, email, post, whatever. We're here for you.


Typo Boy - Mar 15, 2007 3:32:38 pm PDT #1047 of 10003
Calli: My people have a saying. A man who trusts can never be betrayed, only mistaken.Avon: Life expectancy among your people must be extremely short.

Aimee needs all the ~ma, well-wishes, prayers, whatever you want to call it...she needs all you can give to make it happen, and if the gods and Fate are willing, I shall be the instrument of it.

You got if from me. And even if he is not all bad, I wish my physical health on Aimee's ex-boss; that is a measured curse. Nothing fatal or life threatening, nothing devastating, just a lifelong series of annoyances and time sinks that will eat hours from each of his days so long as he lives.


beth b - Mar 15, 2007 3:43:14 pm PDT #1048 of 10003
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!

Of course my ma~~~ and matt's ma~~~ are being sent Amiee and Joe's way - amazing how ma~~~ will just keep going. And although I sorta understnad how her ex-boss did what he did - He still should have spoken with Aimee ASAP.

and javachick , insent shortly


P.M. Marc - Mar 15, 2007 3:45:02 pm PDT #1049 of 10003
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear

Thoughts, prayers, lit candles, Workplace Shaped Voodoo Dolls, you name it.

Sadly, I can't get Superboy Prime to punch a fucking hole in reality and retcon this whole crapgasm of a week for you.

But if I could, I would.


libkitty - Mar 15, 2007 3:48:44 pm PDT #1050 of 10003
Embrace the idea that we are the leaders we've been looking for. Grace Lee Boggs

All you wish for...send it for my wife.

Done.

{{{{{{{{{{{{Miracleborns}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}


Polter-Cow - Mar 15, 2007 4:34:00 pm PDT #1051 of 10003
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!

Jesus Christ bananas, Aims. This is just an awful week. I'm so sorry. {{{Miracleborns}}}

Tep, you ought to add me too.

Also:

insert three-millionth rant about my mom here

Apparently living alone has turned me into some sort of disrespectful ingrate.


beth b - Mar 15, 2007 4:35:50 pm PDT #1052 of 10003
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!

Apparently living alone has turned me into some sort of disrespectful ingrate.

don't be silly, you've always been one.

I hope some day you can really talk to your mom


Cass - Mar 15, 2007 4:57:23 pm PDT #1053 of 10003
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.

I hope some day you can really talk to your mom
This would be very good. I hope so as well.

In much lighter news, Nicole, Lee dragged me kicking and screaming into the chocolate store today. Because after we had breakfast and we wandering back to the car, I mentioned that he - the dreamy gothy Harry Potter boy - was in there as we passed. He seduced me with chocolate and he's still yummy. I stammered, bought a marion berry truffle and then we left.

Status: Cass still enamored. Boy still tragically young and pretty.

I thought about kidnapping him and taking him to Seattle tomorrow. Jilli could put him in a cage for me and doll him up with eyeliner. And then I could check that he was very certainly legal and do ... other stuff.