Cashmere, can you link to her site again?
Just keep walking, preacher-man.
River ,'Jaynestown'
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.
sj - Jan 05, 2009 4:29:45 pm PST #6986 of 10000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Vortex - Jan 05, 2009 5:06:55 pm PST #6987 of 10000
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
I'm home! I'm truly alone for the first time since December 19. Ah, bliss.
Cashmere - Jan 05, 2009 5:24:48 pm PST #6988 of 10000
Now tagless for your comfort.
It's here, sj.
meara - Jan 05, 2009 6:00:34 pm PST #6989 of 10000
Welcome back, Vortex! How was the cruise? Did you have to kill anyone?
WindSparrow - Jan 05, 2009 6:55:33 pm PST #6990 of 10000
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
Welcome home, Vortex.
Hil, I'm glad your talk went well. I hope your feet feel better soon, though.
Vortex - Jan 05, 2009 6:55:41 pm PST #6991 of 10000
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
No, everyone made it back alive. there were some close calls with my mother though. I'll write it up in LJ.
beth b - Jan 05, 2009 6:59:14 pm PST #6992 of 10000
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
Glad your back and not wearing orange, Vortex!
Shir - Jan 05, 2009 7:06:45 pm PST #6993 of 10000
"And that's why God Almighty gave us fire insurance and the public defender".
Welcome back, Vortex!
Shir - Jan 05, 2009 7:08:46 pm PST #6994 of 10000
"And that's why God Almighty gave us fire insurance and the public defender".
And in a whole, other, I-have-no-words, fucking, stupid, war, why note:
We had the first "friendly fire" accident last night.
3 dead. Lots of wounded.
WindSparrow - Jan 05, 2009 7:09:56 pm PST #6995 of 10000
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
Fuck.