You all gonna be here when I wake up?

Mal ,'Out Of Gas'


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.


Zenkitty - May 27, 2007 4:08:19 pm PDT #390 of 10001
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.

It is thundering loudly, and I am tipsy. The power is coming and going. There's nothing good on tv.

More bulletins as events warrant.


Volans - May 27, 2007 5:37:52 pm PDT #391 of 10001
move out and draw fire

Wait...a graduation in a church? Are they worried about vampires getting the grads?

We had a nice thunderstorm, followed somewhat later by fireworks. I guess the fireworks were for Memorial Day?


Volans - May 27, 2007 6:19:10 pm PDT #392 of 10001
move out and draw fire

breakfast burrito, much later:

lol-presidents has some absolutely hysterical ones. [link]


JZ - May 27, 2007 6:19:37 pm PDT #393 of 10001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.

Just got a call from Hec -- Emmett's team won both its games today (one respectable win, one 25-4 slaughter) so they'll be sticking around for the finals tomorrow. All the boys are right now in the swimming pool of a Fremont motel, splashing around and feeling sassy. So, yay!

But, bleah. I spent the afternoon cleaning our bathroom, which desperately needed it, and said task included (whitefonted for extreme revoltingness) dragging almost an entire human head's worth of smelly, slimy blond and gray hairs out of the sink drain, following which I decided that cleaning for the day was Over. I went to the corner store to buy a bottle of stout to cleanse me of the filth, and found that they don't take the one credit card I have. Back home, I discovered that the gin is gone, so my back-up martini plan is also out. And Matilda just caressed my face lovingly and jammed one razorlike fingernail up my nose.

All of which is extremely first world nibbled by ducks (though at least not quite my-diamond-shoes-are-too-tight), so somebody please tell me you wish you had a root and a husband so I can STFU.

t /mememe


P.M. Marc - May 27, 2007 6:28:17 pm PDT #394 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

And Matilda just caressed my face lovingly and jammed one razorlike fingernail up my nose.

OUCH!!!!!!!

My nose aches in sympathy. That hurts like a motherfucker.


Volans - May 27, 2007 6:33:01 pm PDT #395 of 10001
move out and draw fire

I'm thinking that the whole nose-jabbing thing is pretty universal.

Nobody ever mentioned how much babies hurt. I mean seriously - Mal beats the crap out of me.


Pix - May 27, 2007 6:37:19 pm PDT #396 of 10001
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie

Poor JZ! I'm sorry you're having a nibbled-by-ducks day.

Raq, ND's niece went to a very Christian high school. The whole ceremony was terrifying.


Laga - May 27, 2007 6:38:56 pm PDT #397 of 10001
You should know I'm a big deal in the Resistance.

ND's niece went to a very Christian high school. The whole ceremony was terrifying.

Did you fear smiting? I often get that feeling, when I walk into a church, like the congregation is going to turn around and point and start yowling at me.


Aims - May 27, 2007 6:39:27 pm PDT #398 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.

Nobody ever mentioned how much babies hurt. I mean seriously - Mal beats the crap out of me.

No shit, Raq.

remembers two black eyes caused by darling daughter


JZ - May 27, 2007 6:46:01 pm PDT #399 of 10001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.

Nobody ever mentioned how much babies hurt. I mean seriously - Mal beats the crap out of me.

The whole late infancy in-love-with-mama, must explore her every orifice and cling like a very loud limpet thing is painful, and exhausting. All she wants is to stand in my lap clutching fistfuls of my hair and chewing on my face. I can't believe I even managed to clean the bathroom; it feels like I've spent the last seven hours wrestling with a tiny, ardent and surprisingly strong lover. I can't imagine how single parents make it through this stage.