I like pancakes 'cause they're stackable. Ooo, and waffles 'cause you can put things in the little holes if you wanted to.

Buffy ,'Potential'


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.


Scrappy - Mar 03, 2011 9:07:52 am PST #16613 of 30000
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.

I am now pretty much all Danskos, all the time. They are comfy, last forever, come in cool colors, and now my feet actually reach the floor when I sit in a chair! Today, I have these on: [link]


sj - Mar 03, 2011 9:22:03 am PST #16614 of 30000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

I just googled and found a local place, which of course I have passed a thousand times and never remember it is there. There open late tonight, maybe if I get my energy back I can go later.


Zenkitty - Mar 03, 2011 9:34:27 am PST #16615 of 30000
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.

The best sneakers I ever had was a pair of Nike Air Run/Walk, which I bought back in the 80s and they lasted a good ten years. Perfect shoes, fit right out of the box. When I first put them on and walked around the store in them, I heard angels sing. Of course, by the time I needed a new pair, Nike didn't make them anymore, and I've never found another pair that fit that well, from Nike or any other brand.

Mostly I just hate wearing shoes. If they have any structure at all, they're always at least a little uncomfortable, and my little toes get crushed under the next toe. Clearly, the toebox isn't wide enough, but I'm already wearing a size 10.5-11, and Wide shoes are too wide for the rest of my foot. There's nowhere bigger/wider to go. I have four pairs of sneakers right now, from cheap to expensive, and none of them fit right.


Toddson - Mar 03, 2011 9:43:29 am PST #16616 of 30000
Friends don't let friends read "Atlas Shrugged"

ah, my wedge-footed sister! Whenever possible I buy shoes that fasten - buckle, tie, velcro'd straps. I can't wear heels any more (arthritis in my foot), and I was having the problem that anything spacious enough in the toe would come right off the heel.


Connie Neil - Mar 03, 2011 9:59:07 am PST #16617 of 30000
brillig

So I'm looking at one of my favorite Scandinavia and the World comics, about the penis museum in Iceland. [link]

I'm looking at the last panel, where Iceland is showing off his lamp made from testicles. My phone rings, and I say "Company Name Te--"

And my tongue locks up, because my brain just realized I was about to say "Testicle Support."

I'm still fighting to keep myself from bursting into inappropriate giggles and trying to avoid any word that begins with "te".


Atropa - Mar 03, 2011 10:20:49 am PST #16618 of 30000
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.

Forgive me, I need to vent.

Dear 2011, FUCK YOU. Just ... fuck you. The rest of this year better be filled with winning lottery numbers and fabulous book deals and trips to Disneyland.

My Dad just texted me. His mom, my Grandma Vida, passed away this morning. I am so worried about him. I am also tired of crying.

To sum up, fuck off, 2011.


Nora Deirdre - Mar 03, 2011 10:23:53 am PST #16619 of 30000
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)

Oh, Jilli, I am so sorry. Your poor dad. And you poor you. Ugh.


Liese S. - Mar 03, 2011 10:34:26 am PST #16620 of 30000
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."

Oh, Jilli, how awful. I'm so sorry.


Burrell - Mar 03, 2011 10:35:12 am PST #16621 of 30000
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!

I am so sorry, Jilli. I'll be holding you and your father in my heart.


tommyrot - Mar 03, 2011 10:35:17 am PST #16622 of 30000
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

I'm so sorry, Jilli.