I mean, let's say you did kill us. Or didn't. There could be torture. Whatever. But somehow you found the goods. What would your cut be?

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.


Cashmere - Jul 11, 2007 5:58:31 pm PDT #6022 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.

sj, your friend and her baby are in my thought. So scary.

I need to renew my library books online. They might be overdue.


Daisy Jane - Jul 11, 2007 6:31:40 pm PDT #6023 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."

I have good news!

Talked to L earlier, and she sounds much better. Like she's able to step outside of it and get some perspective. She also talked to the lawyer yesterday, and while it looks to be around $2,000, it's doable and her grandparents will help her. She also found a therapist with experience in family violence.

It was nice having a conversation with her where she didn't break down even once.

Also some friends of ours from back home who live here now just had a baby!! His name is Aiden


d - Jul 11, 2007 7:18:56 pm PDT #6024 of 10001
It's nice to see some brave pretenders trying to make it interesting.

Oh, sj, how scary for your friend! I'm glad the baby is doing well, and hope the mom feels less scared soon.

Thanks for all the health wishes. Still waiting to hear more news, although I'm not sure I will until late tomorrow or maybe even Friday. I don't know how fast hospitals process biopsy stuff.

ND, I hate invoicing too. Hoping you get it finished without too much argh.

Oh, and Daisy Jane I am so glad to read your last message. That's fantastic! (Or as fantastic as a sucky sitch can be)

Kristin, hope you had safe travels and are comfortably ensconced now.

I seem to have skipped too much of the convo re sleeveless sweaters and whatnot. Am glad today is over, as I feel a wee bit drained. Only 2 days left until weekend!


Zenkitty - Jul 11, 2007 9:58:00 pm PDT #6025 of 10001
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.

d, much ~ma for your dad.

sj, good health to your friend and her little one.

I hate turtlenecks, and sleeveless sweaters are only useful under jackets.


amych - Jul 12, 2007 2:51:21 am PDT #6026 of 10001
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?

Grump.

Way too early to be here. Had to take hub to airport at fuckit o'clock in the morning. Bah.


vw bug - Jul 12, 2007 3:30:42 am PDT #6027 of 10001
Mostly lurking...

Oof. Migraine still here. Mean migraine!


Toddson - Jul 12, 2007 3:44:58 am PDT #6028 of 10001
Friends don't let friends read "Atlas Shrugged"

Beej said, in regard to virtual assistants, "One can make a fine living making people very happy" but neglected to add "and it's legal!" ... which many occupations making people happy are not. yeah - THAT one.

sj, best wishes for your friend. And d, here's hoping your father's diagnosis is not as bad as you fear.


Miracleman - Jul 12, 2007 3:52:39 am PDT #6029 of 10001
No, I don't think I will - me, quoting Captain Steve Rogers, to all of 2020

Hell, maybe I should look into this virtual assisting thing. I mean, you know, being one.

It's looking like either that or selling my body.

And I only want to give up so many kidneys, and a quick eBay search shows that almost no one wants my appendix.


Toddson - Jul 12, 2007 3:53:30 am PDT #6030 of 10001
Friends don't let friends read "Atlas Shrugged"

not going to say it, not going to say it, not going to say it!


Sparky1 - Jul 12, 2007 3:56:07 am PDT #6031 of 10001
Librarian Warlord

There's nothing like coming in to work and finding out that the evening librarian didn't bother to read the instructions I'd left and totally screwed up a project. For the second day in a row. Yesterday I left a nice note pointing out where he'd gone wrong and why he shouldn't do that any more. This morning, he's officially a fuck up.