Why couldn't you be dealing drugs like normal people?

Snyder ,'Empty Places'


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.


§ ita § - Dec 22, 2008 2:42:24 pm PST #5455 of 10000
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

5'8. And a short one at that. Hec might be the only person ever to estimate me taller than fact. Short for a tall person, I am. The guys I've been with vary from my height to 6'6. Really tall makes me drool by reflex, but in reality I've never chosen a tall guy over (ahem) a shorter one.

I noticed at a recent party one guy brought a woman that really looked like his ex wife. I can't help it--that stuff creeps me out. The guys I've been with look so different it's laughable. God bless Benetton. One guy I know was so hung up on one of his exes he only went for women that looked like her or were related to her (he found ringers that looked more like her than anyone in her family did). MOVE ON.

I guess people have their types (I don't, in the end), but there are types and then there are dopplegangers.

Oh! Perkins! Got pies! Now that I've opened the first box I need to finish it before I leave early Wednesday.

I'm going off the meds that made me gain weight, but that mightn't make a difference if people are this nice to me.


Lee - Dec 22, 2008 2:49:29 pm PST #5456 of 10000
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

Oh! Perkins! Got pies! Now that I've opened the first box I need to finish it before I leave early Wednesday.

YAY! Were they wrapped in paper (first try) or a box (second try)?


§ ita § - Dec 22, 2008 2:57:03 pm PST #5457 of 10000
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Second try, Perkins. I'm pissed that one attempt disappeared.


Lee - Dec 22, 2008 3:00:09 pm PST #5458 of 10000
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

Me too. Maybe you'll have them when you get back though.


Sean K - Dec 22, 2008 3:28:37 pm PST #5459 of 10000
You can't leave me to my own devices; my devices are Nap and Eat. -Zenkitty

I'm a tall 6' 2", and I frequently forget that I am taller than ND. Four inches taller, even. Though in my defense, I tend to slouch, and ND's hair gives him a couple of inches of illusionary height.


Hil R. - Dec 22, 2008 3:47:53 pm PST #5460 of 10000
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l

I'm 4'10". Though at the doctor today, they said 4'11". Several people who are around 5'1" or so have said that they thought I was about their height, and didn't believe I was actually shorter until we stood up and they actually looked to see. So I seem taller? I'm not sure.

I just finished reading The Tales of Beedle the Bard. That was fun.


Laga - Dec 22, 2008 3:55:41 pm PST #5461 of 10000
You should know I'm a big deal in the Resistance.

I don't pay much attention to height and I find myself frequently attracted to people both taller and shorter than I am. I'm 5'7 1/2 and I've dated a guy who was 6'4" and a couple of gals under 5'5". The guy who's been giving me chills at work these days is probably 5'5" or 5'6".


Barb - Dec 22, 2008 4:08:22 pm PST #5462 of 10000
“Not dead yet!”

Though in my defense, I tend to slouch, and ND's hair gives him a couple of inches of illusionary height.

For whatever reason, this image made me giggle. I may be a wee bit hopped up on caffeine after trying to fight this migraine all day.


§ ita § - Dec 22, 2008 4:22:22 pm PST #5463 of 10000
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Is it still bothering you, Barb? I hope not.

Doctor gave me meds so I wouldn't have to go to the ER. Knock me on my ass he said they would.

Harrumph.


Barb - Dec 22, 2008 4:30:02 pm PST #5464 of 10000
“Not dead yet!”

Not so much anymore, ita. Caffeine, meds, and a hot shower finally seemed to have shaken it loose. What's left behind is what I call the "ghost." The vestiges of what was there, almost like it's lingering, waiting for a chance to reestablish.

What'd the doc give you that he thought would knock you on your ass?