I need to start follkowing Simon Pegg.
And don't you ever stand for that sort of thing. Someone ever tries to kill you, you try to kill 'em right back! ... You got the right same as anyone to live and try to kill people.
Mal ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
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.
Cashmere - Oct 14, 2009 5:37:14 am PDT #26327 of 30000
Now tagless for your comfort.
Calli - Oct 14, 2009 5:37:43 am PDT #26328 of 30000
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
I'm sorry, Shir. I'd be bursting into tears, too. I hope the rain of shit lets up for you soon.
Nice skirt, smonster. Speaking of "buy it now," I just ordered a livingroom chair. [link]
I'm not sure when I became a person who liked paisley, but there it is. It must be part of my slow slide toward Edwardian design aesthetics. I do know I've loved nail head trim on club chairs forever, and it's nice that they had this a) in a recliner and b) at about 50% off. My loveseat got rehomed with amyth, because it was too large to fit in my apartment along with the World's Comfiest Couch. But a chair should fill that space just right.
smonster - Oct 14, 2009 5:59:23 am PDT #26329 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
I just ordered a livingroom chair. [link]
Oh, that looks *heavenly.* Perfect for a book and a cuppa on a rainy day. Let me know if you need help breaking it in.
Miracle of miracles, my roommate's cat Nikolai appears to have befriended my Xusa! Roomie has been slowly introducing him in supervised settings and the cats are pretty well integrated now. Bella is still very stand-offish, but apparently Xusa went into L's room last night and greeted Nikolai nose-to-nose, no hissing or violence involved. My bitch of a cat made a friend! My mind, it is boggled.
Aims - Oct 14, 2009 6:02:43 am PDT #26330 of 30000
Shit's all sorts of different now.
You know how smell has like, the greatest power of recall or something? Well one of our board members just came in smelling exactly of my junior year boyfriend and I swear my first instinct was to grab him and kiss the beejebees out of him.
Miracleman - Oct 14, 2009 6:05:52 am PDT #26331 of 30000
No, I don't think I will - me, quoting Captain Steve Rogers, to all of 2020
Well one of our board members just came in smelling exactly of my junior year boyfriend and I swear my first instinct was to grab him and kiss the beejebees out of him.
*ahem*
Skipping and skimming RIGHT HERE!
billytea - Oct 14, 2009 6:07:30 am PDT #26332 of 30000
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
I'm more curious as to how he got your junior year boyfriend all over himself.
Aims - Oct 14, 2009 6:08:09 am PDT #26333 of 30000
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Well, wear the bloody cologne. And then I'll kiss the beejebees out of you.
tommyrot - Oct 14, 2009 6:08:12 am PDT #26334 of 30000
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
I'm more curious as to how he got your junior year boyfriend all over himself.
Some sort of giant blender accident?
Shir - Oct 14, 2009 6:16:22 am PDT #26335 of 30000
"And that's why God Almighty gave us fire insurance and the public defender".
You know how smell has like, the greatest power of recall or something? Well one of our board members just came in smelling exactly of my junior year boyfriend and I swear my first instinct was to grab him and kiss the beejebees out of him.
I used the same shampoo and conditioner as the biggest crush of 93% of the girls in my class, AKA the Greek God.
My then best friend had a rough time at start to get used to it.
Congrats on the new chair and skirt! And wow, I envy ones who can wear pencil skirt. It's one of the trickiest things there are.
Miracleman - Oct 14, 2009 6:16:39 am PDT #26336 of 30000
No, I don't think I will - me, quoting Captain Steve Rogers, to all of 2020
Well, wear the bloody cologne. And then I'll kiss the beejebees out of you.
Fine. I'll see if the cologne stink will push through the smell of children's ibuprofen, cough medicine and scrambled eggs. You know, the auditory detritus of taking care of our child.
*mumblegrumblemumble*i gotta deal with snot and feverish toddlers, she gets to mack on high school flashbacks *mumblegrumblemumble*