This must be what going mad feels like.

Simon ,'Jaynestown'


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 15, 2007 6:58:13 am PDT #2875 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

ETA: I'm sorry about the kettle. But the immediate reaction to the message could only be, "Yes. Yes I see that."

I did laugh for a few seconds, because there were also coffee grounds in the milk frother instead of the coffee press.


SailAweigh - Jun 15, 2007 6:58:19 am PDT #2876 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb

{{Fred Pete and Hubs}} {{GC}} I'm so sorry about the kitties.

So far I've gone for a walk, made coffee and done the dishes. Laundry must get done and more online searching for jobs. Instead, I'm reading fic and worrying about potty training, although my kids are in their 20s. Go figure.


Aims - Jun 15, 2007 6:58:43 am PDT #2877 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.

I'm getting one for my sister's wedding, too. And I've convinced her to get one also. I need to get it before we order the dresses so that I can wear it when we measure. I ain't getting screwed like I did for B's wedding. If I can avoid the Fat Chick surcharge this time, I am.


Fred Pete - Jun 15, 2007 7:02:25 am PDT #2878 of 10001
Ann, that's a ferret.

Debet, we don't have any human kids. I figured out (luckily, before becoming any kind of a parent) that I have no business bringing up children.


askye - Jun 15, 2007 7:04:28 am PDT #2879 of 10001
Thrive to spite them

I'm single and kid less. It's just me and the cat.


DebetEsse - Jun 15, 2007 7:05:26 am PDT #2880 of 10001
Woe to the fucking wicked.

Fred: Which is, IMO, a noble decision. My job would be much easier if more people (for whom that was true) realized it about themselves.


Scrappy - Jun 15, 2007 7:06:36 am PDT #2881 of 10001
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.

I love the parenting talk, but it's because it's a lovely and challenging part of life I am not going to be engaging in myself. It's funny, I spent my whole adult llife being careful about birth control and that ingrained paranoia hasn't left yet. Since the hysterectomy, I will be lying there blissfully after Teh Sex and then have a moment of blinding panic, "Oh my god, we didn't use anything and--uh, oh yeah. Never mind."


Ailleann - Jun 15, 2007 7:08:39 am PDT #2882 of 10001
vanguard of the socialist Hollywood liberal homosexualist agenda

I will admit, though, that there are times that I want to start a little club of the non-married, non-sprogged 'istas, just to get together once a month and say, "Everyone else still single and not-pregnant? Not just me? Okay."

goes to sit with Debet

{{Fred Pete and Hubs}}

Jessica, I didn't say it yet, but you and FoneBone did an awesome job on your new human! Adorable. Also, Dylan Zaphod is an excellent name.


sj - Jun 15, 2007 7:09:51 am PDT #2883 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

{{{Fred Pete & Hubs}}} {{{GC}}} I'm sorry.

Just got through talking to TCG. He leaves the kettle open so it doesn't whistle while he's in the shower and didn't realize that the new stove heats up water much quicker. He left without making coffee and he had no idea he had put the grounds in the milk frother instead. I'm adding a new tea kettle and a brillo pad to the list of things I need to buy today. Any good suggestions for getting melted enamel off a stove burner?


Daisy Jane - Jun 15, 2007 7:10:35 am PDT #2884 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."

Debet, we don't have any human kids. I figured out (luckily, before becoming any kind of a parent) that I have no business bringing up children.

This is me (2 cats and 2 dogs). I may be ready someday. I may not. People who meet me at the bar (none of the actual people I know. They know better) will always ask-while I'm waving a cigarette and drinking scotch and shots-if Mr. Jane and I have kids, and then tell me we should because, "they would be so pretty." As if they're a handbag or shoes or something. I have begun telling them, "I'm pregnant right now!"