Joyce: And what did you do tonight? Dawn: Irritated Giles. I'm beginning to get why Buffy likes it so much.

'Get It Done'


Spike's Bitches 46: Don't I get a cookie?  

[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.


smonster - Jan 11, 2011 6:53:42 pm PST #12930 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.

quester, I just had in mind keeping each other accountable over email and/or chat, cheerleading, helping each other break the task down into smaller pieces, that kind of thing. My schedule should be pretty flexible for the rest of the week, since I'm out sick.

Can't sleep. Hip hurts, and I seem to be getting hungry. Hrmph.


erin_obscure - Jan 11, 2011 7:01:38 pm PST #12931 of 30000
Occasionally I’m callous and strange

smonster - you have soup? soup was the only way i could get adequate nutrition when the throat was super sore.

{{quester}}} that really sucks. sometimes pharmacies will do emergency mini-refills for a week or two...but yeah, sounds like finding a new dr moves to the top of the "to do" list. I have to do the same thing, but it's not urgent yet. *shudder*


Vortex - Jan 11, 2011 8:09:22 pm PST #12932 of 30000
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman

So, I'm watching last week's CSI, and imagine my horror when CARROT TOP is the guest star. Which of course makes me think of ita.


Shir - Jan 11, 2011 8:19:51 pm PST #12933 of 30000
"And that's why God Almighty gave us fire insurance and the public defender".

{quester} I'm sorry. This truly sucks.


WindSparrow - Jan 11, 2011 9:09:54 pm PST #12934 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.

{{{quester}}} I'm sorry that you are facing such a tough time. It really is crappy.


Shir - Jan 11, 2011 9:35:51 pm PST #12935 of 30000
"And that's why God Almighty gave us fire insurance and the public defender".

I hope it's OK to vent on tiny, tiny misfortunes. I know a lot of Buffistas are dealing with huge issues, and my thoughts are truly with you, so just tell me if I'm too petty.

How come the guy-I'm-working-for and the guy-I'm-working-with got misplaced in the great nexus of social schemes? With one I don't want anything but work relations, with the other I don't mind to go and have a drink with and bitch together about life. Somehow, the guy-I'm-working-for convinced we're friends, and guy-I'm-working-with is all sensitive about "not taking too much out of my time". Can't they switch roles?

(I warned you it was petty. I just haven't seen guy #2 in a while (no project in common) and miss him, while guy #1 feels the need to be in touch every few days, even if we didn't schedule to work).


WindSparrow - Jan 11, 2011 9:50:03 pm PST #12936 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.

Funny how that works out, Shir. If I could find the control knobs for the Universe, I have that and a few other things sorted out right away.

Say, has anyone heard from billytea? I misremember if he is located near where all the flooding in Australia is.


smonster - Jan 11, 2011 9:53:17 pm PST #12937 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.

erin, I've traded the sore throat for snot. I just wasn't hungry earlier so I had little dinner. I just got up and ate some string cheese.

Shir, this place is for the whole of experience; good, bad, epic, petty. Here's hoping your guys get their roles right.

Slept for a while, awake again. Spent too much time in one position today, apparently, and now every way I try sleeping makes something else hurt. Stoopid joints.


smonster - Jan 11, 2011 9:54:43 pm PST #12938 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.

WindSparrow, he just posted in Goodbye and Good Riddance.


WindSparrow - Jan 11, 2011 10:04:51 pm PST #12939 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.

Oh, thanks, smonster.

Wishing you feel better soon, sounds like a heck of a virus you've got.