Now he's walking around the house giving the pets treats, telling them Happy New Year!
Illyria: Wesley's dead. I'm feeling grief for him. I can't seem to control it. I wish to do more violence. Spike: Well, wishes just happen to be horses today.
'Not Fade Away'
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.
Steph L. - Dec 31, 2009 5:25:47 pm PST #5412 of 30000
I look more rad than Lutheranism
Liese S. - Dec 31, 2009 5:30:10 pm PST #5413 of 30000
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
That's a pretty hot top your own damn self.
And what color are the leather pants? It's important. Because if they're black, and I bet they are, he's evil.
Cass - Dec 31, 2009 5:35:46 pm PST #5414 of 30000
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
GAH. He just walked out, and he looks so good in those pants, I can't even tell you. I feel like I'm 15 and squeeing over a cute boy.
Awwwww, that's the sweetest thing. I think that you should totally live in sin (or otherwise) with those that make you catch your breath and squee.
Ah, NYE, the night of random ass text messages.
Laga - Dec 31, 2009 5:52:22 pm PST #5415 of 30000
You should know I'm a big deal in the Resistance.
Yay D's coming to a party with me (he never does) and he's got the best Hawaiian shirt evar!
Hil R. - Dec 31, 2009 6:32:21 pm PST #5416 of 30000
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
I just got home from a party. We were in someone's apartment for a while, and that was fun, but then we went to a bar and it was just too many people for me, so I left. Now watching the Times Square stuff on TV.
WindSparrow - Dec 31, 2009 7:03:50 pm PST #5417 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.
Hello to the Future! Happy New Year for them that's already in it!
askye - Dec 31, 2009 7:03:56 pm PST #5418 of 30000
Thrive to spite them
Happy New Year!
Ginger - Dec 31, 2009 7:07:27 pm PST #5419 of 30000
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Happy 2010, bitches!
hippocampus - Dec 31, 2009 7:18:49 pm PST #5420 of 30000
not your mom's socks.
Happy new year!
Steph L. - Dec 31, 2009 7:48:00 pm PST #5421 of 30000
I look more rad than Lutheranism
Happy Twenty-Ten, peoples!!!
The good part about going to a party that's around the corner is that, when I realized I was sweaty AND cold/clammy and needed to lie down soon, The Boy just brought me home and went back to the party. Which I told him to do -- I don't want my illness interfering with his fun.
We made it until about 12:30, but then I hit a wall. It was a typical crazy-ass eclectic party that this friend throws -- there were geeky people talking about geeky stuff in one room, little kids running around with noisemakers, a drum circle in the front room, and kinky people in a side room talking about...computers. (Nerds!)
After midnight, we popped party confetti things and the drum circle went bonkers, joined in by enthusiastic noisemaker blowing. That lasted for about half an hour. Crazy people! GOOD crazy, though, not edge-away-slowly crazy.
That's a pretty hot top your own damn self.
I love it in theory, but wearing it tonight reminded me of why I don't wear it often -- it's cut in a way that's not flattering to me. Kind of -- not an empire waist, but it's gathered a little at the bust, and then drops out in a loose, shapeless form, which only serves to make me look pregnant, since I carry my weight in my belly. I need things that are a little fitted, or at least have some shape. I think this is going to go to Goodwill.
And what color are the leather pants? It's important. Because if they're black, and I bet they are, he's evil.
They're black, and he's evil. Although he brought me home when I was feeling poorly, so he's not *that* evil.
I'm not tired; I just need to recline. Thank god for heated mattress pads and laptop computers.