Fay, I think Petshop of Horrors would be right up your alley, and I'll always be quick to recommend Bleach.
Spike: Heard what happened up top, offing your dad and all. Don't know if you know this, but, uh…I killed my mum. Actually, I'd already killed her, and then she tried to shag me, so I had to-- Wesley: Thank you. I'm…very comforted.
'Lineage'
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.
Anne W. - May 30, 2007 1:22:34 am PDT #645 of 10001
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.
NoiseDesign - May 30, 2007 1:51:02 am PDT #646 of 10001
Our wings are not tired
Gah. Finally heading to bed. Too much work.
ChiKat - May 30, 2007 2:29:01 am PDT #647 of 10001
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
Oh, ND, I hope you got some sleep!
I, on the other hand, didn't sleep a wink last night. Combo of sleeping weird hours lately (like 3am-noon), not wanting to oversleep because I have an 8am appointment, and insomnia fairies.
My appt. is the 3rd interview at a school. Great school, only part-time job. Oh, well. It's interview practice if nothing else.
Daisy Jane - May 30, 2007 2:55:35 am PDT #648 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Guess who misread the clock this morning and thought it was 8:21 so she rushed to get dressed to be out of the house no later than 8:40. I'll give you a hint. It's the same girl who now has an hour and a half to kill.
vw bug - May 30, 2007 3:56:22 am PDT #649 of 10001
Mostly lurking...
Oh, ND. I hope you're sleeping soundly.
ChiKat, how frustrating! I hope the interview goes well.
Poor DJ! I did the opposite. I thought I could roll over and then shot out of bed when mom called wondering where I was. Oops.
Toto isn't feeling well. I just picked him up from mom, and he's puking and, well, other things. Poor guy. I think it's just stress.
Fred Pete - May 30, 2007 4:26:36 am PDT #650 of 10001
Ann, that's a ferret.
When I had a teenage boy living with me, he rarely bothered with dishes.
What's not to like about washing dishes? It's a chance to play in the water! And if you put a lot of dishes in the water at once, the tougher stuff will be softened up by the time you get to it.
Nora Deirdre - May 30, 2007 4:34:46 am PDT #651 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
Not that it's crucial to do so or anything, but I read that folks weren't able to see my fambly pic, so I put it up on flickr if anyone still had a burning desire to look. [link]
beekaytee - May 30, 2007 4:37:45 am PDT #652 of 10001
Compassionately intolerant
t boomshakalalackaBOOM t ::marches into thread::
I walked 8 miles this morning! And, except for some tenderness (not blisterlike) on the ball of both feet...which I attribute to sock issues...I feel great!
And, for my trouble, Podney, my nike+ pedometer gave me a shiny certificate that says I've walked 100 miles with my iPod. Woot!
This actually translates into more because I haven't used Podney for every walk...so even better!
vw bug - May 30, 2007 4:39:45 am PDT #653 of 10001
Mostly lurking...
Well, one grade is in...
Nora Deirdre - May 30, 2007 4:40:47 am PDT #654 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
how'd you do?