Don't worry, I'm not gonna start any sword fights. I'm over that phase.

Mal ,'War Stories'


Spike's Bitches 42: Which question do you want me to answer first?  

[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.


P.M. Marc - Oct 17, 2008 8:54:19 pm PDT #8500 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

Sigh. I managed to fail my editing roll.

Jilli: [link]

I think you need this.

Pete, awesome typo. EVEN IF TRYING TO POINT THAT OUT ATE MY POST.


Pete, Husband of Jilli - Oct 17, 2008 9:02:21 pm PDT #8501 of 10001
"I've got a gun! I've got a mother-flippin' gun!" - Moss, The IT Crowd

Shunshine really sounds like it should be a novel about goths doesn't it? Or vampires, I suppose.

$325 for a door knocker? Pass.

I think I used to see things like that in junk shops going for 50p.


Atropa - Oct 17, 2008 9:03:22 pm PDT #8502 of 10001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.

$325 for a door knocker? Pass.

But but but ... BATS!


P.M. Marc - Oct 17, 2008 9:04:52 pm PDT #8503 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

I think I used to see things like that in junk shops going for 50p.

With the letter slot?

It's the letter slot that makes it.


Pete, Husband of Jilli - Oct 17, 2008 9:06:58 pm PDT #8504 of 10001
"I've got a gun! I've got a mother-flippin' gun!" - Moss, The IT Crowd

Yeah, with the letter slot, but lacking the bat.

Anyway, unless those things have good spring-loading they rattle like fuck when there's a stiff breeze.


Atropa - Oct 17, 2008 9:08:24 pm PDT #8505 of 10001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.

Plei, I hope you're happy. I have "Church of Hot Addiction" stuck in my head, and it's ALL YOUR FAULT.


P.M. Marc - Oct 17, 2008 9:11:52 pm PDT #8506 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

Anyway, unless those things have good spring-loading they rattle like fuck when there's a stiff breeze.

The knocker or the slot? I've got an old mail slot, and it doesn't rattle a bit. Of course, I also have a screen/storm door.

Plei, I hope you're happy. I have "Church of Hot Addiction" stuck in my head, and it's ALL YOUR FAULT.

G.A.B.E is the drug you can't deny.

HEY HEY HEY. His light is, in fact, electric.

He's got electric eyes.

And, has he mentioned, he can get you high?

Being, of course, the drug you can't deny.

I love that silly song so much.


Atropa - Oct 17, 2008 9:18:57 pm PDT #8507 of 10001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.

I am not supposed to have Cobra Starship songs stuck in my head. I still blame you.


Shir - Oct 18, 2008 12:41:58 am PDT #8508 of 10001
"And that's why God Almighty gave us fire insurance and the public defender".

My friend's funeral was yesterday: the saddest one I've been to so far. Each of us got a white rose to put on her grave at the end. The whole thing was good for me - that day, I started process her death, and stop expecting someone to tell me it just was a huge, horrible mistake. I got the chance to say goodbye. And after it... well, I thought I'll never stop being so sad. But it got a little bit better this morning. I don't feel entirely incompetent doing nothing but sit and be sad anymore. In fact, I'm taking a break from kitchen cleaning right now, and will henna my hair later. Not quite the massive cleaning I planned for this weekend, but I'm doing what I can.

A bunch of friends is gonna do a get together which isn't a shiv'ah. To tell stories, to comfort each other. I didn't want to go there at first, but now I'm thinking it might be nice. Hell, I even got the skirt for it, as shallow as it might seem(s?), and I consider bringing there something alcoholic. Or at least cookies.


Cashmere - Oct 18, 2008 12:51:56 am PDT #8509 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.

Shir, I'm so sorry.