Lorne: You know what they say about people who need people. Connor: They're the luckiest people in the world. Lorne: You been sneaking peeks at my Streisand collection again, Kiddo? Connor: Just kinda popped out.

'Time Bomb'


Spike's Bitches 39: Cuppa Tea, Cuppa Tea, Almost Got Shagged, Cuppa Tea...  

[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.


sumi - Jan 11, 2008 6:13:36 am PST #1797 of 10001
Art Crawl!!!

Clearly, Dallas has your best interests in mind.


NoiseDesign - Jan 11, 2008 6:24:08 am PST #1798 of 10001
Our wings are not tired

I am sitting in a paper tech. I have already been in this meeting for 90 minutes. This is a world of wrong.


Ginger - Jan 11, 2008 6:26:02 am PST #1799 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda

I just heard that a friend broke her leg in a vacuum cleaning accident: I always knew that vacuum cleaners aren't to be trusted.

Proof, once again, that housekeeping can kill you.


Laura - Jan 11, 2008 6:35:45 am PST #1800 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.

Happy Anniversary to Ms. Havisham and CaBil!


Scrappy - Jan 11, 2008 6:44:14 am PST #1801 of 10001
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.

Happy BilHavishaversary!


vw bug - Jan 11, 2008 6:53:47 am PST #1802 of 10001
Mostly lurking...

My computer hates me. Actually, just one of the programs. Grrrrr...

ETA: Apparently, I just needed to bitch about it, because not it's fine. Go figure.


Vortex - Jan 11, 2008 6:57:00 am PST #1803 of 10001
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman

Cash, I feel your pain. My cabinets are being installed today, only the manufacturer fucked up and didn't make the trim long enough, so that not only do I have an ugly hole between the cabinets, there is a gap between the cabinet and the corner next to it so that if I put stuff in the back, it could fall out because there's no wall there.

Jolly! with a knife! I am LIVID. SEETHING WITH RAGE.


Cashmere - Jan 11, 2008 7:05:12 am PST #1804 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.

Vortex, ugh. I hope you can get that fixed with minimal pain. Is the manufacturer going to replace them, or can the contractor fix it?

Most of our fixes haven't been cheap and if we're paying a couple hundred (or thousands of) dollars for something, we'd just like to have it done correctly.

The guy who fucked up our trim is really young and probably just inexperienced. I know mitre cuts are a bitch to do but the wood trim we have in this house is EXPENSIVE and that long of a piece will be a pain in the ass to replace and match the stain.


NoiseDesign - Jan 11, 2008 7:15:26 am PST #1805 of 10001
Our wings are not tired

Oh doG this meeting is boring.


Glamcookie - Jan 11, 2008 7:16:23 am PST #1806 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

Dude, getting stuff done at home is a nightmare. Still working out the kinks with the bathroom. It is rage-inducing.

Funny ass story: GF and I were over at a co-worker/friend's house a few weeks back and were hanging out with him and his 3 daughters (all under 8). David mentioned to them that we used to be in a band in the course of the conversation, which caught the interest of the oldest girl. She asked lots of questions and then she and her sister played a song for us (keyboard and guitar - neither knows how to play but was adorable).

Fast forward to yesterday. Oldest girl gets invited to a Hannah Montana-themed b-day party and it's a costume party in which everyone should dress as a "rock star." Oldest daughter goes up to co-worker and says, "I'm going to be t GF's first name ." He is puzzled, " t GF's first name ?" "Yeah, your friend who was over here, remember." HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I told him the costume would be really easy: jeans, a black turtleneck, black Sauconys, and sunglasses perched on top of head. Dying. Over. Here.