{{smonster}}
My food is problematic.
River ,'The Message'
Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[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.
beth b - Feb 17, 2010 3:13:20 pm PST #10217 of 30000
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
smonster - Feb 17, 2010 3:16:44 pm PST #10218 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
She can barely walk or meow, but she's still purring.
{{{beth}}}
Aims - Feb 17, 2010 3:39:13 pm PST #10219 of 30000
Shit's all sorts of different now.
In my dream about Hugh, he was sitting in his big squashy chair in his House apartment, with his feet up on the ottoman. I was facing him with my knees on either side of his hips and he was holding my ass like it was gonna fly away and kissing and nuzzling my neck with his yummy stubbly face.
Sigh.
The man is old enough to be my father and yet, I don't give a damn.
WindSparrow - Feb 17, 2010 3:44:17 pm PST #10220 of 30000
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.
{{{beth&smonster&cats}}}
So, basically, Hugh Laurie gets an invite to the next F2F and we put the snog shirt on him?
Aims - Feb 17, 2010 3:44:35 pm PST #10221 of 30000
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Hells yeah.
WindSparrow - Feb 17, 2010 4:04:32 pm PST #10222 of 30000
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.
ATTN: fans of Wicked - here is a video of the touring company visiting Big Cat Rescue: [link]
Cashmere - Feb 17, 2010 4:31:14 pm PST #10223 of 30000
Now tagless for your comfort.
I had to run out after dinner and get DH's family some gifts for our belated family Christmas. When I walked back in, before I even got to take my coat off the kids started the usual chorus of "Mom! Mom!" followed by a stream of questions. DH joined in with, "MommommommomLisaLisaLisaMomMom..." I asked him TWICE to stop because I couldn't hear myself think. He kept doing it. I finally blew my top and yelled at him to stop.
Now I feel like a jerk and he's sulking. WTF? What kind of adult acts like that?
omnis_audis - Feb 17, 2010 4:48:42 pm PST #10224 of 30000
omnis, pursue. That's an order from a shy woman who can use M-16. - Shir
watching the Olympics, and the ladies downhill are having some nasty crashes. Wow! that course is tough. Ouch!
Hil R. - Feb 17, 2010 4:59:19 pm PST #10225 of 30000
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
Oh, fun. Someone on another board is mansplaining to me that having ADD doesn't actually affect my work patterns the way I say it does, and that if I just tried harder, I'd be able to work on a normal schedule.
My brain hasn't yet decided if it will react to this with rage, panic attack, or crying. I've tried ignoring, but it's not working.
Hil R. - Feb 17, 2010 5:07:02 pm PST #10226 of 30000
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
Seems I've chosen crying.
I will be so glad when this semester is over.