Think about rolling in all that fabric tonight!
I think I'm going camping this weekend.
Tara: That was funny if you've studied Taglarin mystic rites and... are a total dork... Riley: Then how come Xander didn't laugh?
'Selfless'
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.
Laura - Mar 30, 2007 7:16:41 am PDT #3072 of 10003
Our wings are not tired.
Miracleman - Mar 30, 2007 7:29:24 am PDT #3073 of 10003
No, I don't think I will - me, quoting Captain Steve Rogers, to all of 2020
Good morning, Bitches. I would like to announce that not only am I wear the cranky pants, I am also wearing the bitchy shirt and the "fuck all y'all" jacket. Please refer to me for all your misanthropic needs today - I am not up to Empress-levels of smiting, but I can sure as hell turn a good glower and sneer upon many people today.
Seems to be going around. I myself have the full complement of Cranky Pants, Bite Me t-shirt and I think I may have inadvertently put on the underwear of You Suck, the socks of Seriously, How Has Someone Not Killed You? and the boots of JESUS FUCKING CHRIST WILL YOU SIMPLY CEASE TO EXIST ALREADY AND DO THE UNIVERSE A FUCKING FAVOR?
The 17 minute phone call explaining to a customer that the reason the fixture he received is not a "brownish color" is because he ORDERED the "iron-ish" color did not improve either mine nor my clothing's demeanor. STUPID FUCKWAD MUST CHOKE ON OWN TONGUE!
Miracleman - Mar 30, 2007 7:50:15 am PDT #3074 of 10003
No, I don't think I will - me, quoting Captain Steve Rogers, to all of 2020
Coffee and bile:
My rage killed Bitches.
We always hurt the ones we love.
Aims - Mar 30, 2007 7:53:24 am PDT #3075 of 10003
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Well, nice going.
juliana - Mar 30, 2007 7:55:57 am PDT #3076 of 10003
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
How about the shoes of "I am going to fuck you UP, motherfucker"?
It's the Boots of "Do NOT Fucking Talk To Me, Lest Your Head Be Permanently Lodged Up Your Ass", actually.
In more fun news, I get to go to the SF Giants' Play Ball Luncheon today, which should be fun.
erikaj - Mar 30, 2007 8:04:04 am PDT #3077 of 10003
Always Anti-fascist!
There really are jackets that say that? I think I need one...the boys on "The Wire" say that all the time. Zenkitty, insent re the write-athon.
Topic!Cindy - Mar 30, 2007 8:18:00 am PDT #3078 of 10003
What is even happening?
It's the Boots of "Do NOT Fucking Talk To Me, Lest Your Head Be Permanently Lodged Up Your Ass", actually.
I can't get anything in the suburbs.
sj - Mar 30, 2007 8:18:45 am PDT #3079 of 10003
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
It's the Boots of "Do NOT Fucking Talk To Me, Lest Your Head Be Permanently Lodged Up Your Ass", actually.
I need these boots.
askye - Mar 30, 2007 8:31:55 am PDT #3080 of 10003
Thrive to spite them
I'm wearing my Skirt o' Slack today and feel no need to do any of the filing that I should be.
However, I wrote an extremely apologetic letter to my landlady and sent it off in the mail.
Part of the problem, I realized, is from trying to go off my Lamictal. Like an idiot I thought "hey! I can live by Seroquel alone!" Which really, no, I can't. My shrink tried to talk me out of it, but he let me try and these are the consequences. I see him again on April 10, but I called and left a message to see if I could get a starter pack of the stuff.
libkitty - Mar 30, 2007 8:38:15 am PDT #3081 of 10003
Embrace the idea that we are the leaders we've been looking for. Grace Lee Boggs
I would like to announce that not only am I wear the cranky pants, I am also wearing the bitchy shirt and the "fuck all y'all" jacket. Please refer to me for all your misanthropic needs today - I am not up to Empress-levels of smiting, but I can sure as hell turn a good glower and sneer upon many people today.
I am the opposite of juliana today. I woke up early, made scones for work, left the house early and still missed the bus. Then, walking to work, I slipped and fell on frozen snow melt, crushing my scones, which already hadn't turned out as well as usual. And yet, I am happy!! Folks at work are enjoying their scone crumbs, and my meeting with my boss went better than usual. And 18-20 friends and co-workers are joining me and my birthday twin at a fancy shmancy restaurant for dinner tonight.
The last few years, I have been depressed at my birthday, but not this year. Forty rocks!!!
But juliana, I am sorry that you seem to have gotten all of my crankiness. At least you're witty about it! Hopefully I will see you next month in SF, and we can share good cheer.