Giles: Stop that, you two. Riley: He started it... Xander: He called me a bad name! I think it was bad; it might have been Latin.

'Selfless'


Spike's Bitches 36: Did I Sully Our Good Name?  

[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.


sj - Jun 05, 2007 6:05:32 am PDT #1416 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

Feel better, Teppy.

Cashmere, I'm glad Owen is ok.

I went to bed with a splitting headache last night, and when I woke up this morning it was still here.


Amy - Jun 05, 2007 6:10:52 am PDT #1417 of 10001
Because books.

Yikes, Cash! I would be shaking, too. Owen and Chris need to be separated. Perhaps psychically.

I'm sorry about your friend's mom, lisah. Cancer is so awful.


sj - Jun 05, 2007 6:13:25 am PDT #1418 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

Lisa, I'm sorry. Much ~ma to your friend's mother.


Jessica - Jun 05, 2007 6:24:31 am PDT #1419 of 10001
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset

If it's any comfort, I once got a three-sick-days sprained ankle stepping off a deck.

I once sprained my knee crossing my legs to put on my socks. (By the time I got back to work, I'd upgraded it to a treadmill injury. I have my pride, after all.)


askye - Jun 05, 2007 6:28:43 am PDT #1420 of 10001
Thrive to spite them

There was a hockey player who recently had a back spasm picking something up off a counter. I know that's vague, but he wasn't one of "my" players. he was mocked in various hockey blogs.

Mom threw out her back bending over to get something out of the car. She decided to lie on the floor to see if that helped, but then couldn't get back up and called me. I couldn't get her lifted up either (she started crying every time she almost got on her knees) and eventually we had to call 911. actually I was all for calling 911 right away but she made me wait for an hour or so before letting me call the doctor, who told me to call 911.


Steph L. - Jun 05, 2007 6:32:19 am PDT #1421 of 10001
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe

JZ was boggled to find out there's a real minor league team named The Isotopes.

But was she Wade Boggled?

Well, Mr. Burns had done it
The power plant had won it
With Roger Clemens clucking all the while
Mike Scioscia's tragic illness made us smile
While Wade Boggs lay unconscious on the barroom tile
We're talkin' softball
From Maine to San Diego
Talkin' softball
Mattingly and Canseco
Ken Griffey's grotesquely swollen jaw
Steve Sax and his run-in with the law
We're talkin' Homer...
Ozzie, and the Straw!


askye - Jun 05, 2007 6:34:08 am PDT #1422 of 10001
Thrive to spite them

The heel on my shoe broke! It's the pair I got at the F2F. I'll take them to shoe repair place to see if they can get fixed. I hope they can I really like them.

Right now I'm trying to track down some glue to see if I can do a temporary fix it.


brenda m - Jun 05, 2007 6:55:44 am PDT #1423 of 10001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there

The Cubs lost a pitcher recently who strained something getting out of the hot tub. (And by *something*, I mean...well actually a hamstring or something.)


P.M. Marc - Jun 05, 2007 6:58:16 am PDT #1424 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear

Damn, Tep. Ouch.

Although I did do some database programing previous to that, which helped me get my programming job at 31

Well, I did do this for years before it became an actual career path instead of a treadmill.

As far as I can tell, you are. Of course, I'm counting Lily and excellent porn and fic and thinky stuff as "good."

Lily's a good thing.

The rest is chaotic neutral.

Damn, Cash. That's terror-filling. Eep.


hippocampus - Jun 05, 2007 7:16:12 am PDT #1425 of 10001
not your mom's socks.

lisah - much health~ma to your bandmate's mom. That stinks.

Cash - I can't stop shaking thinking about it. I hope you're ok, and not feeling terrible. Owen wants to take his nakedness to the people, fine. Tell him to wait for someone to walk with him. Sox says.