But if I ask you to help bury the body and we're not married, you're not gonna be *less* likely to tell. Not that there's anything wrong with that. I just need to know these things.
I didn't pledge. I'm resigned.
Disclaimer: THERE ARE NO BODIES.
We're still working on a plan, but so far it involves being sent to prison and becoming somebody's bitch.
Fred ,'Just Rewards (2)'
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.
Zenkitty - Oct 08, 2009 5:17:23 am PDT #25700 of 30000
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
sj - Oct 08, 2009 5:21:39 am PDT #25701 of 30000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Happy Birthday, Omnis!!! I hope you have a wonderful day!!!
JZ - Oct 08, 2009 5:28:06 am PDT #25702 of 30000
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
But he really doesn't get it and frequently ends up patting me clumsily and saying "Don't cry."
Now I totally see the two of you as Spike and Buffy on Buffy's back porch and Spike reaching out awkwardly to clump, clump, clump on your shoulder, both of you wearing expressions of utter bafflement.
Earwax: Mine is really, really minimal, but it didn't seem to help my single status any for many, many years, and I'm fairly sure it was not a major factor in Hec asking me to marry him.
Happy birthday, omnis! I wish you both guilt-free killing ability and a birthday totally free of people annoying enough to need killing.
And continuing hugs and best outcome and wisdom~ma to Shir, and yay for getting to stay with the awesome relative. Who, wow. I read your first post about her and was loving on her awesomeness, but somehow missed that you and she are related. Extra goodness!
ION, bleah. I am sick enough to need to stay home (wet, rattly, productive cough that is scaring the shit out of everyone in my division) but, other than the cough, I don't feel sick. I want to be out doing stuff and being productive (and maybe seeing Scola at lunch) but I'm probably leaking all sorts of germs and should stay put, alone, no matter how I feel. I'd really rather be genuinely crapped-out and spend the day sleeping than feeling caged and restless and coughing up a lung but otherwise pretty fine.
Shir - Oct 08, 2009 5:31:24 am PDT #25703 of 30000
"And that's why God Almighty gave us fire insurance and the public defender".
Thanks, Seska, but I feel better.
I'm finally coming to terms that there's absolutely nothing I can do about it that won't make the situation worse. So I really shouldn't take it so hard.
Have I mentioned how much I adore Shir?
::despite the staring at Delurking, now snuggles Zenkitty::
And thank you for the answer! I was sure it's one word, for some reason.
JZ, feel better~ma.
Barb - Oct 08, 2009 5:35:21 am PDT #25704 of 30000
“Not dead yet!”
I think it's a universal truism that we adore Shir. Just because of her complete fabulousness.
Calli - Oct 08, 2009 5:37:01 am PDT #25705 of 30000
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
I'm sorry, smonster.
Cutiehead baby + turtles = win!
So I started running yesterday, for the first time in a year. It went about as well as I expected (walk, run, walk, run, walk walk, run, walk walk walk, run . . . ). This morning I'm all stiff and a bit sore, also as I expected. But expectations and feeling it are two different things. I have a dim memory of running becoming enjoyable after a while. It's been over a year since I ran regularly, though, so dim = 1 LED bulb in the back of a storage closet that I never visit. It does get fun again, right? Right?
erikaj - Oct 08, 2009 5:38:31 am PDT #25706 of 30000
Always Anti-fascist!
No, that's why you had kids, JZ. fancy dress=costumes/masquerade, right? because when I came across it as a kid I just pictured really dressed-up folk till Hyacinth Bucket. And I still have "Sixty Minute Man" as an earworm. Could be worse, but it's Keith Olbermann's fault.
Steph L. - Oct 08, 2009 5:42:07 am PDT #25707 of 30000
I look more rad than Lutheranism
I still have "Sixty Minute Man" as an earworm.
I unreservedly ADORE that song. Billy Ward and the Dominoes.
Shir - Oct 08, 2009 5:44:23 am PDT #25708 of 30000
"And that's why God Almighty gave us fire insurance and the public defender".
Yeah, I can live with Bitches tellin' me they love me.
And just wait until you'll see me in person, 'babies.
::Snuggles the entire thread, declaring this HAS to be good day at Bitches::
JZ - Oct 08, 2009 5:45:18 am PDT #25709 of 30000
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
fancy dress=costumes/masquerade, right? because when I came across it as a kid I just pictured really dressed-up folk till Hyacinth Bucket.
Me, too. As do, apparently, just about all USians. I spent my junior year of college at the University of East Anglia in Norwich, and the first social event I went to was a fancy dress party for...I can't even remember what group (knowing me, it was either a literature geeks party or something churchy). All the visiting students from the US came all gussied up in our dressiest dresses or nattiest sportjackets and ties, and stood around utterly baffled at being surrounded by kangaroos and aliens and Ladies of the Lake. None of the USians until that very instant had had any inkling that "fancy" meant "fanciful" and not "swank."
It was a very mutually amused and baffled and WTFy party, but still kinda fun; still, I didn't go to any fancy dress parties after that one.