Angel: Eve. So, I guess we should, I don't know, talk? Eve: About what? Angel: About what happened back there with us. Eve: Angel, it's not like this is the first time I've had sex under a mystical influence. I went to U.C. Santa Cruz.

'Life of the Party'


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.


§ ita § - Sep 15, 2011 1:59:34 pm PDT #29625 of 30000
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

I don't get why it would be weird or unacceptable for me to go off on someone who cut me off in traffic. I'd expect to get cursed out if I did it--it's angering. That's what angry people do. Not chased in traffic, like I have been, but spouted about on a message board? Seems perfectly proportionate response.


erikaj - Sep 15, 2011 1:59:58 pm PDT #29626 of 30000
Always Anti-fascist!

It sounded like she(Roommate) was being a little crazy. Maybe not as crazy as we thought, although who knows? People can be every bit as effed up as you think they are...my grandma once spent money to have one of those champagne-glass photos taken...of herself. Who does that? Especially a grandma. (Of course, now some Buffista will have done it, felt empowered, and feel like I called her out as a crazy person.) Sorry. (Mostly, I don't want brackets either, but when I feel bad and don't get them, I feel rejected Which you can't possibly know, since I mostly underplay true misery as opposed to dramatizing minor discomfort...apparently my secondary disability is Larry David Syndrome.)


§ ita § - Sep 15, 2011 2:02:31 pm PDT #29627 of 30000
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

What's a champagne glass photo?


erikaj - Sep 15, 2011 2:05:08 pm PDT #29628 of 30000
Always Anti-fascist!

One of those photos where the person's head looks like they are in the bottom of a glass...there was quite a trend for a while...don't ask me why!


§ ita § - Sep 15, 2011 2:05:50 pm PDT #29629 of 30000
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Jesus, that sounds really weird. And I'm scared to google, just in case.


Hil R. - Sep 15, 2011 2:06:39 pm PDT #29630 of 30000
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l

I googled and still have no idea.


§ ita § - Sep 15, 2011 2:08:04 pm PDT #29631 of 30000
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

I'm scared I might google and find exactly what erika described. It sounds creepy.


erikaj - Sep 15, 2011 2:11:04 pm PDT #29632 of 30000
Always Anti-fascist!

Maybe it's more of a snifter than a champagne glass...still weird, though. Maybe it's just flyover country trying to be artistic.


§ ita § - Sep 15, 2011 2:13:16 pm PDT #29633 of 30000
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Maybe it's more of a snifter than a champagne glass

Yeah, as long as it's supposed to house a beverage? Freaky.


Cass - Sep 15, 2011 2:13:21 pm PDT #29634 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.

I don't get why it would be weird or unacceptable for me to go off on someone who cut me off in traffic. I'd expect to get cursed out if I did it--it's angering. That's what angry people do. Not chased in traffic, like I have been, but spouted about on a message board? Seems perfectly proportionate response.

To me?

You getting pissed at someone cutting you off in traffic? Perfectly proportionate response. You posting that you are pissed because someone cut you off in traffic? Perfectly proportionate response. Other people replying that they also get pissed when they've been cut off in traffic? Perfectly proportionate response.

Other people replying that the person who cut you off in traffic should have intense anal itching, try to scratch while driving and then die by being cut off in traffic? Creepy to me. Chased-in-traffic levels of not okay to me.