Personally, I believe she should be wielding an umbrella with a sharpened steel point at the end. It goes with the hat.
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.
I don't know whether to be scared or delighted at the image of crowbar wielding Fay.
I'm more disturbed by the image of Fay in jeans and sneakers.
Ooh, we need a comic book with Crowbar Wielding Fay as the superhero!
Crowbar Wielding Fay as the superhero!
In her exciting global travels accompanied by the fabulous Cat Daniel, International Cat of Mystery.
I'm quite certain that most of my friends are far more amazing, interesting, and wonderful than I could ever pretend to be, and since I can never claim to deserve their friendship I am always grateful for it.
No, recovery is like verdamndt housework. You sweep, you make beds, you mop floors, you shine windows, you dust. But at no one point can you *stop* and say, "I'm done! It's perfect, I don't have to do any of that again."
So true. I think grief is the same way. Every day I find myself picking up moments that remind me of my mom or my dad and of how much I miss them. And of how wonderful they were to me, especially my mom who just totally understood me.
I'm more disturbed by the image of Fay in jeans and sneakers.
Me too. Although I do have some cupcake pink jeans from Marks and Sparks...but sneakers and T shirts are Only For The Gym. In my world.
ALLYSON! EEEEEE, bats! And I've heard about that novel and was curious about it! Thank you very very much.
Oh I'm so glad to hear it. The book seemed like it might be sketchy, but the cover was gorgeous. And the bats were so cute I thought maybe you could do something way crafty with them.
Thanks for your kindness, all.
I went straight to bed after my last post and slept until 4ish. I was so exhausted from sobbing all I could do was sleep. I didn't go to the gym at all. I'm cleaning the kitchen now, to keep my mind busy.
Called my mom and left a message, she called and sounded worried, so I'll talk to her first thing in the morning. No confrontations, just want to tell her I'm feeling crappy and get good stories about my nephew.
I'm so tired, just wiped out mentally. I need a shower and to finish mopping up the floor.
take care of yourself, Allyson.
Take care, Allyson. I hope the nephew stories cheer you up. Stories of my nephews always work for me.
Take care, love. And, er, don't mention crowbars to your mum, 'kay?
On an entirely different note: A friend has just asked me what's the sexiest book I can think of, for a list of The 100 Sexiest Books for her magazine.
Thoughts?
(And also - Jilli, have you read Wicked Lovely? Just started it - think you'd enjoy! Also bought 'Vampire Kisses' at same time.)