Kaylee: Captain seem a little funny to you at breakfast this morning? Wash: Come on, Kaylee. We all know I'm the funny one.

'Heart Of Gold'


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.


Daisy Jane - Aug 05, 2008 12:18:48 pm PDT #9884 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."

Anybody want to play armchair psychiatrist? Or let me vent?

I'm irrationally/justifiably irritated with BFF. She's moving to L.A. with the douchebag-which is whatever...congrats on the job, but I hate that she's moving with him. She pretty much talks like she's making rational decisions like waiting until douche has been 6 months sober (it's been less than 2), not moving with him, but on her own (they are going to share an apartment), after 3 months she'll get her own place (she's told our other friend that they will get another place together). It's not really lying because I don't really have a stake, but it feels really shifty and shady, and quite frankly, makes me feel like we aren't BFF.

Then there's other things, like kinda cutting us out, drifting away from us. The Freudian slippage about replacing us in a year. Saying she'd come to a going away HH for her, and then dropping it because she's decided to leave in 2 weeks instead of 3. We're still scheduling a going away dinner during the week, but I feel really unenthusiastic about it. Like, a bit hostile even.


Connie Neil - Aug 05, 2008 12:20:43 pm PDT #9885 of 10001
brillig

But of course I told my parents I'm going to New York to do an internship."

Who said people don't learn things in college?


P.M. Marc - Aug 05, 2008 12:30:25 pm PDT #9886 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear

Ugh, DJ. I dunno what else to say but ugh.

GC, it's hilarious to me that you call your Momo Mo, and we call our Mo Momo. (Our Mo is about 7 lbs of cat.)


hippocampus - Aug 05, 2008 12:34:56 pm PDT #9887 of 10001
not your mom's socks.

Sox, just have the groceries delivered.

wise, cousin. wise.

first batch of photos posted: [link]


Glamcookie - Aug 05, 2008 2:44:44 pm PDT #9888 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

Ha! I didn't know she was named Momo.

Ayep. She is very Momo-like, even though she is all black.

GC, it's hilarious to me that you call your Momo Mo, and we call our Mo Momo.

Ha! That is funny! We typically include the in it ("the Mo") - I'm not sure why, but it kind of stuck.


Glamcookie - Aug 05, 2008 2:47:14 pm PDT #9889 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

Hiccup


P.M. Marc - Aug 05, 2008 2:57:23 pm PDT #9890 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear

Our Mo is often called either The Mo (the name requires an article) or Momo.

She's our elder statescat.


Lilty Cash - Aug 05, 2008 3:19:33 pm PDT #9891 of 10001
"You see? THAT's what they want. Love, and a bit with a dog."

Oh much ~ ma, Scrappy.


Lilty Cash - Aug 05, 2008 3:21:54 pm PDT #9892 of 10001
"You see? THAT's what they want. Love, and a bit with a dog."

Lilty Cash - Aug 05, 2008 3:23:32 pm PDT #9893 of 10001
"You see? THAT's what they want. Love, and a bit with a dog."