A commemorative PLATE?
I have to know: was it red?
Inara: So. Would you like to lecture me on the wickedness of my ways? Book: I brought you some supper, but if you'd prefer a lecture, I've a few very catchy ones prepped. Sin and hellfire... one has lepers.
'Serenity'
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.
Steph L. - Aug 03, 2007 6:34:56 am PDT #9811 of 10001
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe
Lee - Aug 03, 2007 6:36:51 am PDT #9812 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEENA!
JZ - Aug 03, 2007 6:40:22 am PDT #9813 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.
I have to know: was it red?
No. But it had a pussy on it. It was at least a dark and arty cat plate, not an Umbridgesque kitten plate.
I might still have it. I don't know. I'm afraid to look.
And, in much nicer news, Happy Birthday, Deena!
brenda m - Aug 03, 2007 6:40:29 am PDT #9814 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 my Jesus, JZ.
Fred, that's an excellent point. Not that I think it was meant in that sense, but it's a good reminder of places where it's good to be more exact in our language.
...And while I was writing that post my little sister called and started telling me about things she bought at a sex shop last night. NOT LISTENING.
sj - Aug 03, 2007 6:41:34 am PDT #9815 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Happy Birthday, Deena!!!
Aims - Aug 03, 2007 6:44:31 am PDT #9816 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEENA!!!
§ ita § - Aug 03, 2007 6:47:34 am PDT #9817 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Happy birthday, Deena!
Laura - Aug 03, 2007 6:50:47 am PDT #9818 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.
Bwah, commemorative plate! That is brlliant.
~ma to the Buffista parents and Buffistas that stress over their health and well being.
Yay for itty bitty heartbeats.
Belated happys for the anniversaries of Kristin & ND and Aimée & MM. With wishes for much happiness to come.
What is happening with Billytea and the Wallybee? I missed something good.
Car~ma and Job~ma where needed.
Yay Emmett! I’m looking forward to being able to say I knew him when.
My mother won’t even read email unless step-dad prints it out, so unlikely to ever encounter her on line. She has never had a negative comment about my life choices, and really she could have made plenty! I’m blessed. I hope I can be as accepting and supportive as she has been when the boys become adults.
Drink lots of fluids, vw. And feel better.
P-C, the real estate market is a lot trickier now than it was for decades. Be careful. If I had rent that sweet I wouldn’t be in a rush. That said, real estate been verry good to me.
Well, I said I was going to catch up. Now I gotta work.
SuziQ - Aug 03, 2007 6:58:04 am PDT #9819 of 10001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
Happy Birthday, Deena!!!!
beekaytee - Aug 03, 2007 7:00:52 am PDT #9820 of 10001
Compassionately intolerant
JZ's commemorative plate just made my heart burst. How incredibly sweet and supportive and, yeah...awkward.
On the telling vs. dishonesty point:
I just got off the phone with a client talking about how disclosing everything all the time can be more about inviting people to share your negative self image than it is about doing something honorable or for the other person.
The question was: is it 'slimy' to not disclose guilt feelings about something that was inherently not guilt-worthy.
Answer in the form of a question: How is the sharing of those feelings going to make up for what you think you did wrong?
I love my work.