I don't give a good gorram about relevant, Wash. Or objective. And I ain't so afraid of losing something that I ain't gonna try to have it. You and I would make one beautiful baby. And I want to meet that child one day. Period.
Zoe ,'Heart Of Gold'
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.
Ginger - Sep 08, 2011 12:53:55 pm PDT #29206 of 30000
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Polter-Cow - Sep 08, 2011 1:24:06 pm PDT #29207 of 30000
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!
Aw. I bought a friend of mine a book for his birthday he had just bought for himself (like, it arrived from Amazon the day before my package), so he's giving away that copy and keeping the one I sent him.
meara - Sep 08, 2011 1:34:36 pm PDT #29208 of 30000
Argh. The problem with Getting Some is now I want MORE. And can't have. Waaah! I shall pout like a small child and feel terribly injusticed (ok maybe that's not a word but you know what I mean)
Cass - Sep 08, 2011 1:43:27 pm PDT #29209 of 30000
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Here, let me distract you: I had a dream the other night that you, me, and Juliana were getting all fancied up to go out for the evening, and Cass was supposed to show up at any moment. It was a pretty nice dream.
Well that nicely distracted me. That would be fun.
Better than my heat dreams. By which I mean it has been quite warm not that I have cat DNA in my cocktail.
I think your roomie is at a place where she ought live alone. Or, at minimum, someplace where her room is doored off and there is no need for anyone to have access. I mean, I actually feel bad for her but she's asking too much of you. Very far past what could be considered reasonable. I am so sorry you are in this situation.
amyth - Sep 08, 2011 1:57:36 pm PDT #29210 of 30000
And none of us deserving the cruelty or the grace -- Leonard Cohen
I think your roomie is at a place where she ought live alone. Or, at minimum, someplace where her room is doored off and there is no need for anyone to have access. I mean, I actually feel bad for her but she's asking too much of you. Very far past what could be considered reasonable.
Exactly this.
Nora Deirdre - Sep 08, 2011 2:30:39 pm PDT #29211 of 30000
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
I don't know why I'm so annoyed. I just hate making other people uncomfortable, and between my introvert roommate and my introvert whatever-don't-say-boyfriend-he'll-freak, I'm feeling like my very existence is offensive.
Uh, 'cause it's annoying?
Move down the street...!
sj - Sep 08, 2011 2:34:41 pm PDT #29212 of 30000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
{{{{{Maria}}}}} I'm so sorry. So much ~ma that the flooding isn't as bad as expected.
smonster - Sep 08, 2011 2:47:55 pm PDT #29213 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Am at bar awaiting StW. Later we're meeting the friends we made tubing. Too bad I have to be at work at 7am tomorrow - I'm in the mood to get drunk and possibly have loud sex. I hope a little alcohol soothes this knot in my stomach.
Thanks for all the support. I'm taking a vacation from dealing for tonight.
sj - Sep 08, 2011 2:48:44 pm PDT #29214 of 30000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
I'm taking a vacation from dealing for tonight.
This sounds like a very good plan.
Nora Deirdre - Sep 08, 2011 3:02:57 pm PDT #29215 of 30000
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
I hope a little alcohol soothes this knot in my stomach.
Be careful- when I drink and I'm in a bad mood, things tend to go pear-shaped on me in a big way. (that may just be me though.)