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'Trash'
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.
Hah! I am now the first Bloglines subscriber to the Kerfuffle Bunny RSS feed.
Did you even know you had an RSS feed?
I did, surprisingly.
I don't know what that means...
I believe I just created an LJ syndication for it. I think.
I believe I just created an LJ syndication for it. I think.
You must've done, because I just subscribed to one that existed before I got there. (It's at [link] for others who are interested)
Am home and plunging back into packing mode, but had to share my "haul" from work...
Nice cake, card, and small monetary gift. Nice. Then add in a "welcome pack" from the Denver office - a Rockies hat and black and purple nail polish. Then add a "trading card" showing me in full A's gear with all my work stats on the back. And a framed trade notice that a bunch of them signed trading me from Oakland to Denver.
I felt all warm and loved. And then I came home. Gah.
Bad news. Stage 4 cancer. Probably 2 weeks to 2 months to live.
Oh Drew, I am so very sorry. Much peace and strength to you and yours.
Oh shit. No words, Drew and Kristin. Just shit. And I am so sorry.