My whole life just flashed before my eyes! I gotta get me a life!

Xander ,'Dirty Girls'


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.


Calli - Sep 29, 2010 11:30:00 am PDT #4552 of 30000
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs

Congrats, smonster!

I've been getting in later myself, but I'm still beating most everyone else in, so it doesn't seem to get noticed.


erikaj - Sep 29, 2010 11:31:28 am PDT #4553 of 30000
Always Anti-fascist!

I just gave some of my dad's money to support some lefty shit he'd hate like poison. And it was fucking great. The only thing better would be if the labor march and Grayson et al sent cards thanking him for the ducats. But it would kind of spoil my little head-game. Buy my affection, will you? (Evil laugh) ETA: No, worse, he should get on a list for sex toys and food co-ops.


meara - Sep 29, 2010 11:51:01 am PDT #4554 of 30000

CONGRATS TO SMONSTER! I, too, am in the "move across the country to many unknowns" club, and I'm happy to say I have never regretted it. One of the best decisions I've made in my life.

Yay smonster indeed!! And I third or fourth the "COBRA can be retroactive" plan. AND I'm also in the "Move across country all unknown and shit"--AND proof that even if that doesn't quite work out (like, um, if they lay you off four months later), it can still be an OK thing.


Spidra Webster - Sep 29, 2010 11:52:54 am PDT #4555 of 30000
I wish I could just go somewhere to get flensed but none of the whaling ships near me take Medicare.

Heh, erika. Reminds me of that episode of Studio 60 where Matt keeps matching his bids to a Catholic women's fundraiser with equal donations to a polyamorous organization.

Yay! I totally thought I was just going to be out the $ I spent on airline tix when my parents generously allowed me to borrow their car for this trip. But luckily I called Southwest instead of trusting my pessimism and I can have the $ credited towards future air travel. Yay!


smonster - Sep 29, 2010 11:57:19 am PDT #4556 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.

Okay, srsly, random high-up lady. You ask me for last minute shiz and I give you a BULLETED LIST of simple questions and you can't answer them all, or even correctly? That's the kind of shit that breaks my give-a-damn, and it's barely limping along right now.


Deena - Sep 29, 2010 12:17:17 pm PDT #4557 of 30000
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara

I was trying to read and follow along, and send the ~ma and compose a meara, and Kara starts asking me if she can write a novel where "the hero went to jail for being a murderer, and beats up a lot of bad guys and even sometimes kills them. Is that okay to include in my novel?"

I said yes. We shall hope I don't regret it.

I had a lot of "what s/he said" stuff, and sj, you will find that getting your vitamin D levels up should really help with the pain, especially leg pain.

I don't remember the rest.

Wish me luck. I have to wrangle Aidan into sitting by me while I do his homework (at least that's how it feels).


Atropa - Sep 29, 2010 12:42:49 pm PDT #4558 of 30000
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.

I wore the Shout At The Devil shirt. My mammogram and ultrasound were both okay, so I comeback in a year. Thanks for the ma, everyone!


amych - Sep 29, 2010 12:47:14 pm PDT #4559 of 30000
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?

See? You shouted at your mammo!


Deena - Sep 29, 2010 12:47:18 pm PDT #4560 of 30000
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara

Yay! Good choice, Jilli.


Daisy Jane - Sep 29, 2010 12:57:01 pm PDT #4561 of 30000
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."

I'm always making fun of Jon for changing his mind every 5 minutes.

This morning we had a conversation about me going home after work because of my back. I had a very odd day, so I called him a bit ago to tell him I was thinking about not going straight home. He tells me I can't because I don't have my keys and he locked the door. As soon as I sit down at my desk, I decide pajamas sound awesome.

But he's the fickle one, really.