Oh I've got a word doc full of this shit.
Riley: Oh, yeah. Sorry 'bout last time. Heard I missed out on some fun. Xander: Oh yeah, fun was had. Also frolic, merriment and near-death hijinks.
'Never Leave 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.
Daisy Jane - Jul 17, 2007 9:52:05 am PDT #6955 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
brenda m - Jul 17, 2007 9:53:19 am PDT #6956 of 10001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
Oh DJ, that's just harrassment, plain and simple.
Sounds like B&E, plain and simple. She seriously needs to call the cops.
Daisy Jane - Jul 17, 2007 9:53:50 am PDT #6957 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Well, it is his house too still.
Glamcookie - Jul 17, 2007 9:56:21 am PDT #6958 of 10001
I know my own heart and understand my fellow man. But I am made unlike anyone I have ever met. I dare to say I am like no one in the whole world. - Anne Lister
Honestly, she needs to get out. It's just going to get worse. When I broke up with psycho Ex, I intended to stay in our place and he moved out. He kept showing up and scaring the living shit out of me, so I ended up taking my stuff and staying at a friend's house. The apartment sat empty until the end of the month. I felt like a sitting duck in there. I'm creeped just thinking about it.
lisah - Jul 17, 2007 9:59:24 am PDT #6959 of 10001
Punishingly Intricate
DJ, your friend needs to sever ties and live somewhere he doesn't know about. That guy is scary.
Really. And she should really look into taking some kind of hardcore self defense (if she hasn't already). (I looked to see if there was an Impact branch in the area, that's what I took, but the only Texas one listed is in houston.)
juliana - Jul 17, 2007 10:10:32 am PDT #6960 of 10001
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
(One of my dreams last night involved you and me getting ready to go out dancing. It made me happy.)
This also makes me happy! You should come down tomorrow so we could get dressed up and go to the masquerade together!
DJ, ugh. I'm so sorry for L.
Daisy Jane - Jul 17, 2007 10:26:28 am PDT #6961 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
I wish she would just get out of the house.
Her arguments are 1) The animals. A chihuahua, a greyhound and 3 cats. 2) It's a house. She's hoping to sell, and she's afraid that if she left it, he would wreck it to hobble her financially.
Even if he doesn't get in and do something to her, he's terrorizing the shit out of her.
Can I email somebody this and y'all tell me what to do? She's laid out and documented since the serious crazy started- by which I mean she didn't include the night after she said she wanted to be separated, but before he moved out that he took her cell, her keys, wouldn't let her leave and wouldn't let her sleep, and said he would shoot her grandfather.
No, no. This is just since the actual crazy started.
Ok. Done now. Will backchannel if anyone wants. But I'm getting it out of here.
Now let us speak of happy couples! ND and Kristin! MM and Aimee! Pete and Jilli and all the rest! And 'lo their craxy free interactions shall comfort me!
Miracleman - Jul 17, 2007 10:31:40 am PDT #6962 of 10001
No, I don't think I will - me, quoting Captain Steve Rogers, to all of 2020
And 'lo their craxy free interactions shall comfort me!
Craxy free? Have you *met* us?
Daisy Jane - Jul 17, 2007 10:32:56 am PDT #6963 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
That's zany craxy! Not don't get a pet rabbit craxy!
Miracleman - Jul 17, 2007 10:37:00 am PDT #6964 of 10001
No, I don't think I will - me, quoting Captain Steve Rogers, to all of 2020
Don't give my wife pet ideas.
In a gratuitous "Awww..." moment, Em and I were just now sitting on the couch. Emeline looked up at me and said "Wha's wong, Daddy?"
I said. "Nothing. I kinda want your Mom to come home."
And she snuggled close and said "I wan' my Mommy, too."
And I died.