Well, generally, Scrappy, off of this board I tend to act as if I have the sexuality of toast. Well, except for "Mr Olbermann, how *you* doin'?" that creeps into the blog from time to time.(Which of these spicy brains will you be talking about tomorrow?--we should totally call the next Bitches that!) There is a certain logic to my being checked out by a blind guy.ETA: Aw, shit, I forgot.{{Nora}}}ETA2: Good thing I didn't quote Trixie from Deadwood...hard to argue that somebody took "Tough day? I could suck your dick," a bit too seriously. ha.
Young Simon: So... how'd the Independents cut us off? Young River: They were using dinosaurs.
'Safe'
Spike's Bitches 38: Well, This Is Just...Neat.
[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.
erikaj - Dec 11, 2007 9:21:19 am PST #7920 of 10002
Always Anti-fascist!
Laga - Dec 11, 2007 9:34:19 am PST #7921 of 10002
You should know I'm a big deal in the Resistance.
Hugs to Nora and family
Power~ma for Erin.
Last night I dreamt about a new kink. At least I think it was new. Now I'm scared to look it up and find out it's real though part of me would be surprised to find out it wasn't.
d - Dec 11, 2007 9:49:43 am PST #7922 of 10002
It's nice to see some brave pretenders trying to make it interesting.
(((Nora))) I'm so sorry it's been such a tough time for your loved ones.
Power-ma to Erin's family.
I'm hungry. And tired. And cranky. Even though I got a massage this morning.
WindSparrow - Dec 11, 2007 9:51:07 am PST #7923 of 10002
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.
So sorry to hear about your uncle, Nora. All the best punctuation to you.
JZ - Dec 11, 2007 9:59:39 am PST #7924 of 10002
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
Aimée, Hec says:
Those bangs are very flattering and forgiving on most faces. They're long and can be brushed or parted aside as needed. The only issue is that they might grow out too quickly and she'd be tempted to trim them herself and as we know from past such experiments, that is the path to Hell Bangs.
Frankenbuddha - Dec 11, 2007 10:25:42 am PST #7925 of 10002
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"
{{{Nora}}} - I'm very sorry to hear another tragedy playing out for your family.
omnis_audis - Dec 11, 2007 10:26:26 am PST #7926 of 10002
omnis, pursue. That's an order from a shy woman who can use M-16. - Shir
The jazz renditions of classic Christmas songs by the Vince Guaraldi Trio from the Charlie Brown special always make me smile.Ditto Daniel. Love that soundtrack. Always high on the list for xmas play.
Nora, words can not do justice. Lots of comfort~ma for you and your family.
Last night I dreamt about a new kink. At least I think it was new. Now I'm scared to look it up and find out it's real though part of me would be surprised to find out it wasn't.Um, so? What was it?
Pix - Dec 11, 2007 10:27:28 am PST #7927 of 10002
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
Ditto Daniel. Love that soundtrack. Always high on the list for xmas play.Me too!!
Laga - Dec 11, 2007 10:35:04 am PST #7928 of 10002
You should know I'm a big deal in the Resistance.
Um, so? What was it?
It's funny, inside the dream the details were very specific. Now that I haven't thought about it for a while it's a lot fuzzier. The practice was called vending. Coins were involved.
Steph L. - Dec 11, 2007 10:36:17 am PST #7929 of 10002
I look more rad than Lutheranism
Last night I dreamt about a new kink. At least I think it was new.
The Boy and I had the following conversation last night (we weren't doing anything prurient at the time):
Me: My feet are cold; maybe, since I just took off my boots, my socks are slightly sweaty and therefore damp.
The Boy: Uh-huh.
Me: I'll take off my socks! Because if they're damp, they would be getting cold in the ambient temperature.
The Boy: Uh-huh.
Me:
t takes off socks, checks to see if they're damp
Me:
t sniffs own socks, repeatedly
Me: Surely there's someone out there whose fetish is smelling his or her OWN socks!
The Boy: ....
Me: Well, there MUST be!
The Boy: Is it YOU?!?
(No, it isn't.)