Oh, Karl. I am so sorry for your loss.
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.
At least he didn't go out on a damn stairmaster, Karl. (/vastly inappropriate Wirefiend mortality response)
I'm sorry Karl.
Well, to join in the fun, I am now at California Pacific hospital on Buchanan. S had to be taken to the ER. This sucks.
Much travel-ma to anyone stuck in blizzards.
m I the only sucker who starts crying at the end of Love, Actually no matter how many times I see it? Man am I a sap
I LOVE that movie. It is my favorite holiday movie. LOVE.
I don't know that they ever do, in canon. But there's always fic.
Used to be some damn good fic out there, too...long, complex, sexy plotty stuff. Sniff. So much better than the show ended up being....
Ugh. When you are at someone's house for a party? And there has been mad flirtage? And then everyone is full and sleepy, but it's still early, and the hostess suggests a movie? And everyone BUT you says "nah, I'm going to leave"? Isn't that code for "I'm going to stay here and make out with you during hte movie"????? I THOUGHT it was, but apparently NOT. Sigh.
However, my ice-skating-and-hot-toddys party was fun.
FUCK! Sean, I'm so sorry. Can I do anything?
UNIVERSE, BACK OFF MY FRIENDS!
sorry to hear that, Karl.
No, but thanks Kristin. I'm outside in the SF cold and rain posting from the iPhone. I'll post more later.
Keep me posted, Sean. Call if you need a distraction.
{{{{Nora}}}}
{{{{Karl}}}} Hi, sweetie.
{{{{Sean & S}}}}
Yipes, people.
When I kick the bucket, I want to be donated to the Body Farm, and I want a memorial that involves a fuckload of drinking and funny stories. No funeral, no giving money to that industry - just lots of booze and laughter and tears.