And Shir, sweetie. {{{Shir and family}}} Much much love and health~~ma to you all.
'Beneath You'
Spike's Bitches 44: It's about the rules having changed.
[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.
Twenty crazy girls, pulling and chattering and swinging and crazy and talking and giggling and crazy and hyper and bouncing and running and DID I MENTION THE CRAXY?!?!?!
Twenty??? I would think three-quarters of the job would be to make sure they didn't do any grievous harm to themselves or the world for however long they're with you.
Twenty. Twenty girls. All of them best friends and mortal enemies.
And one girl who is, I believe, emotionally impaired leading them all. That would be me.
And one girl who is, I believe, emotionally impaired leading them all. That would be me.
Lead them to Mordor!
Nah - terrible snacks and the orcs make for some ugly camping.
OTOH, it *would* earn us the Middle Earth Exploring petal.
Heh.
"Mommy? May I have a bedtime snack and watch Strongbad?"
And all is right with the world.
Cramps. WTF??? Today needs anti-Tito spray.
"Mommy? May I have a bedtime snack and watch Strongbad?"
Awww....
I still feel dizzy. Dizzy is not fun.
Dizzy is not fun.
Do you remember when dizzy was enjoyable? When spinning around in circles was something you'd do to yourself for fun? I can't put myself back into that place either. I remember the first time I got the bed spins. Dizzy is no good. Sorry you're feeling it.