oh, I'm sorry DJ.
Buffy: How was school today? Dawn: The usual. A big square building filled with boredom and despair.
Buffy: Just how I remember it.
'The Killer In Me'
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.
Vortex - Jun 27, 2007 4:39:52 pm PDT #4638 of 10001
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
JZ - Jun 27, 2007 4:42:44 pm PDT #4639 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.
Oh, dear, DJ. I'm so sorry.
tommyrot - Jun 27, 2007 4:43:26 pm PDT #4640 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
I'm so sorry, DJ.
SailAweigh - Jun 27, 2007 4:43:47 pm PDT #4641 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
{{DJ}} So sorry, hon.
Pix - Jun 27, 2007 4:43:57 pm PDT #4642 of 10001
The status is NOT quo.
{{{{DJ}}} I am so sorry.
askye - Jun 27, 2007 4:44:02 pm PDT #4643 of 10001
Thrive to spite them
((DJ)) I'm so sorry.
Anne W. - Jun 27, 2007 4:52:05 pm PDT #4644 of 10001
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.
{{{Daisy Jane}}}
erikaj - Jun 27, 2007 4:53:49 pm PDT #4645 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
Sorry for your loss, DJ.
P.M. Marc - Jun 27, 2007 5:00:17 pm PDT #4646 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
Oh, honey, I'm so sorry.
Daisy Jane - Jun 27, 2007 5:28:16 pm PDT #4647 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Thanks y'all. Just got off the phone with cousin K (cherub's mom if you're keeping track of my family tree). We realized it's been one every three months. Uncle Bill, Grandandy, Mimi, now Johnny.
Grim reaper better stay the fuck away from Bobby and DJ in September.
So, when I call Daddy for his birthday, do I mention it or not? There's every possibility he doesn't know. I'd feel weird not saying anything, but really don't want to deliver that news on his birthday.
K says telling him might make him realize it's actually his job to tell me stuff like this.
Fuck. I hafta call mom. It's after 9. She'll know before she picks up the phone.