Kaylee: Is that him? Mal: That's the buffet table. Kaylee: Well how can we be sure, unless we question it?
'Shindig'
Spike's Bitches 41: Thrown together to stand against the forces of darkness
[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.
erin_obscure - Jun 05, 2008 2:38:01 pm PDT #2079 of 10001
Occasionally I’m callous and strange
erin_obscure - Jun 05, 2008 2:39:29 pm PDT #2080 of 10001
Occasionally I’m callous and strange
Maybe i shouldn't have had pudding at this point in the afternoon....a cautionary tale against 4pm pudding am i!
Laga - Jun 05, 2008 2:41:05 pm PDT #2081 of 10001
You should know I'm a big deal in the Resistance.
I bought the Buffy comic and I'm not sorry!
NoiseDesign - Jun 05, 2008 2:41:50 pm PDT #2082 of 10001
Our wings are not tired
Today we've replaced erin_obscure's oxygen with crack. Let's see if she notices.
erin_obscure - Jun 05, 2008 2:43:18 pm PDT #2083 of 10001
Occasionally I’m callous and strange
I notice! I notice! *jumps up and down*
erin_obscure - Jun 05, 2008 2:43:25 pm PDT #2084 of 10001
Occasionally I’m callous and strange
erin_obscure - Jun 05, 2008 2:45:32 pm PDT #2085 of 10001
Occasionally I’m callous and strange
having some issues with double posting....i'd ask the IT guy for help except that then he'd read my posts!
Sean K - Jun 05, 2008 2:48:00 pm PDT #2086 of 10001
You can't leave me to my own devices; my devices are Nap and Eat. -Zenkitty
erin_obscure is scaring me....
erin_obscure - Jun 05, 2008 2:53:58 pm PDT #2087 of 10001
Occasionally I’m callous and strange
It could be a result of wearing a properly fitting bra for the first time in a very long time. So.....supportive. Or the sudden, unwanted rush of hormones. Like, lust? WTF? What is this doing in my brain? I have no room for lust in my mind. And yet....there it is. So very odd. I swear i've been taking all my meds! And the right one, not any extra pills. Just the ones i take every day. Normally. So wierd. I blame it on Mal's kitten herpes.
Steph L. - Jun 05, 2008 2:55:54 pm PDT #2088 of 10001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
I feel the need to announce that I'm going to go mow the front lawn.
This is post-worthy not just because Buffistas will post every last little minute detail of their lives, but because (1) the front "lawn" is very, very small [perhaps the size of 2 Twister mats side by side, although I reserve the right to amend that estimate after I'm finished], and (2) more importantly, I have literally never mowed the lawn in my LIFE.
No, really. When I was an adolescent/teen, my mom wouldn't let me or my brother mow the lawn because she was paranoia in human form and was sure we'd mow off a toe (probably true) with the push mower, or flip over the riding mower and....I don't know what she thought would happen -- we'd die of exposure when winter came around?
Anyway, in lieu of the gym, and since The Boy is at a meeting, AND (most importantly) because it's a non-gas-powered push mower (the kind that's just blades and sheer human inertia; the kind that Eddie Izzard mocks in Glorious), there's virtually zero chance of it running amok and killing me, or even mowing off a toe.
I will be wearing gym shoes, just in case.
If you think I'm hearing the theme from Chariots of Fire in my head, you're not wrong.