Zoe: First rule of battle, little one. Don't ever let 'em know where you are. Mal: Whoo-hoo! I'm right here! I'm right here! You want some of me? Yeah, you do! Come on! Come on! Aaah! Whoo-hoo! Zoe: Of course, there are other schools of thought...

'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.


DavidS - Mar 06, 2010 8:49:51 am PST #12317 of 30000
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."

Pretty color, Laura. Lovely.


Aims - Mar 06, 2010 8:55:41 am PST #12318 of 30000
Shit's all sorts of different now.

It's new hair day!! [link]


-t - Mar 06, 2010 8:59:31 am PST #12319 of 30000
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration

Looks even better than when I was picturing the hypothetical cut in my head, Aims!


Zenkitty - Mar 06, 2010 9:00:04 am PST #12320 of 30000
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.

Aims, that looks great on you. Nice jaunty scarf, too.


DavidS - Mar 06, 2010 9:01:41 am PST #12321 of 30000
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."

Tres chic, AimeeStar!


Aims - Mar 06, 2010 9:03:27 am PST #12322 of 30000
Shit's all sorts of different now.

Thanks!! I LURVE IT. I'm not even going to touch the color - it seemed to become richer with the cut.

And my jaunty scarf is one of the several *HUNDRED* awesome scarves that java got me to cover up my thyroid scar! It's a vintage Oscar de la Renta and it matches my Girl Scout uniform PERFECTLY, whichi s what I'm wearing in the picture.


omnis_audis - Mar 06, 2010 9:28:34 am PST #12323 of 30000
omnis, pursue. That's an order from a shy woman who can use M-16. - Shir

OMG! I just made an AWESOME omelet! All this talk of bacon and eggs past few days. I get the kitchen clean(er), some dishes to eat off of. I get the pan nice and ready. Drop of water dancing around like a mosh pit. Pour a bit of olive oil in, let it set for a moment and turn the heat to low, then pour in the eggs, put the lid on, and let it alone. Get the bread out, pop it in the toaster. Lift the lid on the eggs, and they look beautiful! Grab the shredded colby/jack cheese, toss in a bunch. Put the lid back on. Toast pops. Butter it, cut it. Take the eggs, fold in half, sprinkle more cheese on top and cover again. Check on the bacon. D'oh! not enough time for the oven to do it's thing. The omlete slides out of the pan onto the plate. Yum! Screw it. I sit and eat my eggs and toast. Now waiting for bacon. But oops, I put the whole pound in, so I'll be nom nom nom some bacon for a bit.


Laura - Mar 06, 2010 9:30:43 am PST #12324 of 30000
Our wings are not tired.

Great cut, Aims!


Calli - Mar 06, 2010 9:33:43 am PST #12325 of 30000
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs

That is a great haircut, Aims. And yours looks lovely, too, Laura.

I was just visited by a beautiful hawk (the close-ups were at the far end of my camera's range). I'm pretty sure it was a red shouldered hawk, with the barred tail and all. Very dramatic creature! With several of us feeding smaller birds and, inadvertently, squirrels and mice, I imagine this looks like a delightful game preserve to the fella.


sj - Mar 06, 2010 9:52:16 am PST #12326 of 30000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

I can't stop shaking. The front door kept slamming all morning, so TCG took a look out the front window to see what the heck was going on, and now our upstairs neighbor is in her apartment throwing a fucking tantrum, slamming doors, banging her feet, and screaming about how we're watching her. I'm already having a problem with anxiety attacks this week. I do not need this fucking shit.