How did she convince the locksmith to get her into a house where she didn't live?
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.
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!"
Saint of simple exuberance?
I'm prepping my altar as we speak.
Woot!
::coughcough:: amen.
...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.
sj sorry for your loss. And it is always too soon.
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!
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.
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.
Damn. I was too hasty, choosing Catherine as a confirmation name. I should have been Woot.
I'm just back from a surprise two-day early birthday whirlwind. The Girl took me to Anglesey, a Welsh island, to visit neolithic and Celtic sacred sites - it was awesome. That woman is an angel. She's also quite handy at lifting wheelchairs down ancient flights of steps.