'sup, Dude.
::terrorist knucklebump::
Don't worry, we're sure to spot Faith first. She's like this cleavagy slut-bomb walking around 'Ooh, check me out, I'm wicked-cool, I'm five-by-five.'
Willow ,'Get It Done'
Spike's Bitches 43: Who am I kidding? I love to brag.
[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.
DavidS - Dec 12, 2008 7:50:22 am PST #4265 of 10000
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Steph L. - Dec 12, 2008 7:50:22 am PST #4266 of 10000
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
Can we say you suck?
I would expect nothing less than your silly misguided lies.
Nora Deirdre - Dec 12, 2008 7:51:05 am PST #4267 of 10000
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
How've you been doing, Tep?
(eta: feel free to ignore if you don't want to deal with answering...)
Amy - Dec 12, 2008 7:54:21 am PST #4268 of 10000
Because books.
::notices a Teppy::
::waves oh-so casually::
Nora Deirdre - Dec 12, 2008 7:57:02 am PST #4269 of 10000
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
I for serious have to check to see if we won the lottery. I am so done with this working for a living crap.
Steph L. - Dec 12, 2008 7:59:39 am PST #4270 of 10000
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
Brain is okay on Wellbutrin; however, I jacked my back up something AWFUL 2 weeks ago, and I'm doped out of my MIND on flexiril, percocet, and steroids.
The doctor thinks it's *probably* not a herniated disc (if it is, I can't begin to express how much I'm going to lose my mind), but just a horrible inflamed muscle pressing on my sciatic nerve.
It all happened because I had a panic attack at the gym, and thought that if I RAN around the track (rather than walked, which is what I normally do), I would exhaust myself and therefore burn out the panic.
What I didn't know -- learn from my experience, kids -- is that raising your heart rate (like, say, from RUNNING) is the LAST thing a person with a panic attack should do.
So I still had the panic attack and got the horrible blinding sciatic pain in the bargain.
No panic attacks since then, but I chalk that up to the lovely calming effects of the flexiril/percocet cocktail.
I just started the steroids 2 days ago, so they should be kicking in any minute now. Which would be lovely, since I can barely stand upright today. Yesterday I was fine, and even went shopping and tried on clothes, etc. Today? Pain city. Like, try to take a step and collapse in pain on the floor.
The pets just looked over disdainfully, because I interrupted their morning naps, and then they went right back to sleep, while I crawled to the bedroom (hand to god, I was on all fours) for the heating pad and opiate painkillers.
I think the warranty on my back ran out, or something.
Barb - Dec 12, 2008 8:00:06 am PST #4271 of 10000
“Not dead yet!”
I so don't do glitter.
Sequins, yes. Swarovski crystals, mos' def. No glitter.
Steph L. - Dec 12, 2008 8:01:27 am PST #4272 of 10000
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
Sequins, yes. Swarovski crystals, mos' def.
Yeah, but if you toss those around, you could put someone's eye out.
Barb - Dec 12, 2008 8:05:36 am PST #4273 of 10000
“Not dead yet!”
Good point. Which is why there is no flinging of glittery substances. Works out well, dontcha think?
Connie Neil - Dec 12, 2008 8:07:14 am PST #4274 of 10000
brillig
Ah, backs. They have to be proof of evolution, because if God did this to us intentionally, then He's got a damned whacked sense of humor.