The couch has left the building. I repeat, the couch has left the building. All hail.
Zen, glad you had fun! I'm sorry you can't come, too. Honestly? Not sure how I would have fit you in the car. Gonna be a tight, tight fit as it is.
It's like, in the middle of all this, I'm paranoid that you'll think I don't like poetry.
Buffy ,'Empty Places'
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 - Jun 08, 2011 7:24:35 pm PDT #22935 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Liese S. - Jun 08, 2011 7:27:41 pm PDT #22936 of 30000
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Yay, couchlessness!
Zenkitty - Jun 08, 2011 7:28:21 pm PDT #22937 of 30000
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
I used to plaintively recite to myself, "I just want to go home," when faced with too muchness. And then one day in my awesome house that loves carrots, I realized I was home. And I totally just let that soothe me.
This is exactly me, and my house. "I want to go home" was my sad mantra most of my life, that I heard myself reciting even when I was at home. And now, I have my Home, and I don't say it as much, because even when I'm not there, it's waiting for me.
Strix - Jun 08, 2011 7:30:35 pm PDT #22938 of 30000
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
Woo, gone couch!
Zenkitty - Jun 08, 2011 7:34:54 pm PDT #22939 of 30000
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
Argh. I have a friend who is normally of a melancholy and anxious turn of mind, and she and her spouse have gotten themselves in a miserable state of affairs, and cannot see any way out. Every possibility I suggest, she shoots down with excuses. She posts several times a day on Twitter, and she hasn't said one single happy thing for months. Literally. She hates absolutely everything abut where she is now, and she won't even entertain a possibility of change. She seems determined to be miserable and hopeless, and I don't know how to deal with it.
smonster - Jun 08, 2011 7:35:45 pm PDT #22940 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
I let the boys be all butch and shit, though I did advise them on maneuvering. Door came out and legs came off and it's gone. I'm so happy. And now I'm going to clear off my bed and crash.
meara - Jun 08, 2011 7:39:45 pm PDT #22941 of 30000
Yay couchlessness!
I am watching SYTYCD, and waiting ot catch up in the nonfiction thread, due to westcoastishness.
My shoulder is KILLING me, after being very painful Sat/Sun and feeling better the past couple days. Stupid lifting weights.
Also, I have a date with a boy tomororw. A born boy. WTF?
javachik - Jun 08, 2011 7:49:13 pm PDT #22942 of 30000
Our wings are not tired.
Yay for couch goneness!
meara, it's like I don't even know who you are!!
meara - Jun 08, 2011 8:06:21 pm PDT #22943 of 30000
Hah--lifting weights and dating boys, it's not me!
But SYTYCD so is. :)
Burrell - Jun 08, 2011 8:36:37 pm PDT #22944 of 30000
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!
Take good care of yourself, Nora. Forgive yourself for being sad. And thinking of you too, Maria.
smonster, you've made such amazing progress today. woot!
Also, I have a date with a boy tomororw. A born boy. WTF?
Boys are, well, they aren't girls, but they do have their charms too.