Ugh one time this guy wouldn't let me buy cigarettes, that weren't even for me! Because he swore I wasn't 18. He wouldn't even look at my ID. I was 24 at the time.
Atherton: Half the men in this room wish you were on their arm, tonight. Inara: Only half. I must be losing my indefinable allure.
'Shindig'
Spike's Bitches 37: You take the killing for granted.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Laga - Sep 01, 2007 10:51:39 am PDT #3725 of 10001
You should know I'm a big deal in the Resistance.
Jars - Sep 01, 2007 11:55:21 am PDT #3726 of 10001
I love living in a city again.
And I'm drinking elderflower beer right now. AIFG.
No more arse-end-of-nowhere for me! Yay!
Typo Boy - Sep 01, 2007 12:13:16 pm PDT #3727 of 10001
Calli: My people have a saying. A man who trusts can never be betrayed, only mistaken.Avon: Life expectancy among your people must be extremely short.
God, I didn't just abuse exclamation points there, I freakin' strung 'em up, flooged them and sold 'em as child prostitutes.
Erin, may I tag?
vw bug - Sep 01, 2007 1:28:47 pm PDT #3728 of 10001
Mostly lurking...
ERIN!!!!!
Jars! Good to see you too!
So, in shit-you-not news, on my driving adventures today, I passed a store called, "Off Track Bedding." I think I laughed for 10 minutes. Who in their right mind would shop at a place who thought *that* was a good name?
Strix - Sep 01, 2007 1:49:50 pm PDT #3729 of 10001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
Typo, sure...if you fix my, er, typo.
Flooged. Jesus.
Hey, Beth! Happy to be back! I'm killing a few moments before I *gasp* actually go out. To drink and socialize or something. Weird.
But I'm wearing ALL. NEW. CLOTHES.
Christ will be making a 2nd showing tonight fo sho.
meara - Sep 01, 2007 1:51:50 pm PDT #3730 of 10001
ERIN!!! YAYAAYAYAY! Hi girl! I am SO glad to hear you're doing better. YAY almost having the car back, and getting your life/finances in shape is awesome! Yay!
I just had custard. I shouldn't have, I wanted something savory, but my companion wanted custard, so I gave in. Now I'm debating....should I wait a while, and then go get some pizza? Or heat up a lean cuisine (the only edible thing in my house)? Or call up the 22 year old and see what she's up to? (That would require then either being turned down, or being not lazy and getting gussied up. Hrm. Do I feel not lazy? Not really. Even though I'd love to be entertained by her.)
WindSparrow - Sep 01, 2007 2:20:19 pm PDT #3731 of 10001
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
God, I didn't just abuse exclamation points there, I freakin' strung 'em up, flogged them and sold 'em as child prostitutes.
COMMed. Typo? What typo?
Also, hi, Erin, good to see you again.
Typo Boy - Sep 01, 2007 2:55:17 pm PDT #3732 of 10001
Calli: My people have a saying. A man who trusts can never be betrayed, only mistaken.Avon: Life expectancy among your people must be extremely short.
Thanks Erin!
Hil R. - Sep 01, 2007 5:36:51 pm PDT #3733 of 10001
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
Lately, I've been seeing this recipe everywhere -- chicken with a sauce made of equal parts apricot preserves, mayo, and ketchup. My mother cut it out of the newspaper, and my parents love it. I've seen it mentioned a few other places. Now, I just noticed a version with no refined sugar in a listing of sugar-free Rosh Hashanah recipes. Where did it come from? (I think there may also be a packet of onion soup mix in the sauce. I've never looked at it too closely.)
omnis_audis - Sep 01, 2007 5:38:34 pm PDT #3734 of 10001
omnis, pursue. That's an order from a shy woman who can use M-16. - Shir
gronks.
Tho I didn't start quite as early as ND, I did make it to work early! And when I got home, passed out on the couch till now. It took reading Bitches to remind me why I'm so effing tired. O ya, crack-o-dawn wake up call (the public lights were still on in my building's courtyard. It's just wrong I tell ya).
This [link] is probably waaay overboard as a housewarming present to myself, isn't it?
Oo Brenda, I say go for it. Just remember to say "ciao" to everyone. (How can I *NOT* think of Eddie Izzard when I see a Vespa now?)