I wonder if I could fit my boobies into that. It's pretty sweet.
Wesley: We're going to bring Angelus in alive. Connor: No we're not. Gunn: I thought you said capturing him wasn't an option. Wesley: Changed my mind. Connor: Change it back.
'Why We Fight'
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 § - Oct 14, 2010 7:37:29 am PDT #5714 of 30000
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Frankenbuddha - Oct 14, 2010 7:48:59 am PDT #5715 of 30000
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"
Travel-ma to sj.
§ ita § - Oct 14, 2010 7:56:29 am PDT #5716 of 30000
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Hmm. I seem to have committed Pitaya.
Atropa - Oct 14, 2010 9:09:34 am PDT #5717 of 30000
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
Where is Jilli? She NEEDS this [link]
Ooh, isn't that cute!
they only have it in small and medium. Don't make her bitter.
hisssss. But wait, Clockwork Couture has it in large! [link]
I also like this from Goodgoth: [link]
Of course, technically I'm on a clothing no-buy for a while. We'll see how well I do with that.
tommyrot - Oct 14, 2010 9:16:54 am PDT #5718 of 30000
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
I also like this from Goodgoth: [link]
Why is there an Ayn Rand quote there?
omnis_audis - Oct 14, 2010 9:23:21 am PDT #5719 of 30000
omnis, pursue. That's an order from a shy woman who can use M-16. - Shir
Texas~ma to SJ. Oops, I meant travel~ma.
I woke thinking it was Friday. Damn watch betrayed me telling me it's Thursday.
Atropa - Oct 14, 2010 9:32:10 am PDT #5720 of 30000
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
Why is there an Ayn Rand quote there?
I have no idea. But it's a cute jacket.
§ ita § - Oct 14, 2010 9:42:18 am PDT #5721 of 30000
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Ptui on Pitaya's web site. Not until after the order went through do they tell me the jacket's out of stock.
Daisy Jane - Oct 14, 2010 10:52:55 am PDT #5722 of 30000
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
The bartender hates you [link]
Polter-Cow - Oct 14, 2010 11:18:48 am PDT #5723 of 30000
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!
Blerg. So, latest arranged marriage update. My parents did lay off for a while, and, amusingly enough, everyone—by which I mean the greater Indian community, to whom my mother is beholden—assumed that I was going to India in December with them, and they would find me a wife. YEAH. SO DID I. HELLO. So she's been using the "excuse" that I can't get the time off work.
My first night in Budapest, they called three or four times at three in the morning because they didn't remember that I had already left, and I woke up to an e-mail about a potential future wife. I told them I couldn't answer the phone. My mom, to her credit, did not send me any more marriage-related e-mails during my trip. My little sister, however, did let me know they'd found some doctor girl who apparently read my crazy biodata and said yes. She was only trying to help.
The morning after I got back, I got a call from my uncle about said doctor girl that he'd found for me, and I really couldn't fucking deal with that on the weekend I was trying to relax and recover from two weeks in Europe. I got her information that night. I know little about her but that she majored in biology and English, which intrigued me. Pictures seemed fine.
I avoided calling home for a week because I didn't want to talk about it, but when I finally had to, I reiterated that I was done with the arranged marriage thing. My mom said that because it was someone my uncle had found and not some random other relative, she couldn't just dismiss him. She claimed that this would be the last one. I said that I already did the last one, there will always be another Last One. The girl is in Dallas, and I'm planning on going home for Thanksgiving since I'm not going home for Christmas (...at least not to see my parents). So they'll want me to see her. I can't decide whether it's worth it to keep refusing, if this really could be the last one, and what if she's the right one? I just don't know if I could put aside my resentment to give the girl a fair chance. I've been avoiding phone calls for the last week.