((((Jilli and family))))
Angel: He is dead. Technically, he's undead. It's a zombie. Connor: What's a zombie? Angel: It's an undead thing. Connor: Like you? Angel: No, zombies are slow-moving, dimwitted things that crave human flesh. Connor: Like you. Angel: No! It's different. Trust me.
'Destiny'
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.
Fred Pete - Jan 21, 2011 5:08:28 am PST #13661 of 30000
Ann, that's a ferret.
Daisy Jane - Jan 21, 2011 5:32:12 am PST #13662 of 30000
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
I'm so sorry Jilli.
Strix - Jan 21, 2011 7:17:40 am PST #13663 of 30000
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
I said my goodbye to her last night, because, well, her condition is causing her not to look like my Mom anymore, and Pete and Dad flat out said I'm not to come back to the hospital. Dad will call me when the time comes.
Oh, sweetie. I'm wiping my eyes, because I just cried a little bit for you and your family. I'm so, so sorry.
Zenkitty - Jan 21, 2011 7:31:07 am PST #13664 of 30000
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
Oh, no. I'm so sorry, Jilli.
JenP - Jan 21, 2011 8:08:56 am PST #13665 of 30000
I'm so sorry, Jilli. You're all in my thoughts.
Ouise - Jan 21, 2011 8:10:58 am PST #13666 of 30000
Socks are a running theme throughout the series. They are used as symbols of freedom, redemption and love.
I'm sorry, Jilli.
meara - Jan 21, 2011 8:39:31 am PST #13667 of 30000
(Apologies to Jilli, as this is completely petty compared to your issue)
Hrmph. I am feeling very grumpy today. And also feeling irked that I am female and supposed to be like, friendly and shit.
Which is to say, I went to the doctor for a potentially unpleasant procedure (it ended up being just uncomfortable, but not nearly as bad as it could've been, yay good news). And she's running late, and I'm anxious and just want to get it OVER with, and it's morning. And she's trying to be all chatty and friendly and talk about where I work and yadda yadda, tell me more about the procedure, and I felt annoyed that in responding "Yes. No. Can we just do this?" I was being un-feminine. Hrmph. I feel like a male doctor and patient wouldn't have nearly the same expectations. Maybe I'm wrong. But grr regardless. Now how do I get out of this mood, since even the good news of it not being bad news is not helping? (Though admittedly, seeing the number on the scale, which is a new high EVER for me, was not helpful)
Laga - Jan 21, 2011 8:50:57 am PST #13668 of 30000
You should know I'm a big deal in the Resistance.
Wishing to be treated in a certain way doesn't make you unfeminine.
DavidS - Jan 21, 2011 8:52:54 am PST #13669 of 30000
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Much love to you, Jilli, and Pete and your Dad.
Kate P. - Jan 21, 2011 8:52:58 am PST #13670 of 30000
That's the pain / That cuts a straight line down through the heart / We call it love
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