When Alibelle was dog and cat-sitting for us, she got locked out and we were glad she got a locksmith. After all, we wanted her inside to make sure our pets were okay.
Everybody dies, Tracey. Someone's carrying a bullet for you right now, doesn't even know it. The trick is to die of old age before it finds you.
Mal ,'The Message'
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 - Jul 02, 2011 7:28:56 am PDT #24544 of 30000
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
Zenkitty - Jul 02, 2011 7:38:03 am PDT #24545 of 30000
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
How did she convince the locksmith to get her into a house where she didn't live?
Connie Neil - Jul 02, 2011 8:11:25 am PDT #24546 of 30000
brillig
We need to decide on a Feast Day of St. Woot and what he/she/it is saint of. Saint of parties? Saint of simple exuberance? That moment when forces join and one is simply forced to say "Woot!"
beekaytee - Jul 02, 2011 9:38:50 am PDT #24547 of 30000
Compassionately intolerant
Saint of simple exuberance?
I'm prepping my altar as we speak.
Woot!
::coughcough:: amen.
smonster - Jul 02, 2011 9:46:36 am PDT #24548 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
...have I mentioned that I love you people? A lot?
Zen, that is so frustrating. I hope she comes by, or your friend calls you back, or something! And yeah, the cats will likely be fine, just pissed.
Typo Boy - Jul 02, 2011 10:34:32 am PDT #24549 of 30000
Calli: My people have a saying. A man who trusts can never be betrayed, only mistaken.Avon: Life expectancy among your people must be extremely short.
sj sorry for your loss. And it is always too soon.
quester - Jul 02, 2011 10:37:47 am PDT #24550 of 30000
Danger is my middle name, only I spell it R. u. t. h. - Tina Belcher.
quester - Jul 02, 2011 10:38:34 am PDT #24551 of 30000
Danger is my middle name, only I spell it R. u. t. h. - Tina Belcher.
Saint of parties? Saint of simple exuberance? That moment when forces join and one is simply forced to say "Woot!"
Patron Saint of Hookers and Blow!
smonster - Jul 02, 2011 10:40:27 am PDT #24552 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Dear lord, I hope he's not the patron saint of hookers and blow. That's not really what I'm looking for in a boyfriend.
smonster - Jul 02, 2011 11:17:02 am PDT #24553 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Saint of simple exuberance?
I really like this.
Okay. Time to be productive. I'm going to update the router password on my printer (128 bit WEP key typed in when drunk? Doesn't work so well), print my (dear god I hope) finished resume for a final proofing, furminate the cats, and then soak my feet and polish my toenails. Maybe I'll get ambitious and do little fireworks on my big toes.