Yes. Lucky for you, people may be in danger.

Buffy ,'Him'


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.


hippocampus - Nov 10, 2010 3:27:51 am PST #8065 of 30000
not your mom's socks.

~ma for Ray, Daniel.

Some kind of snot-thing has attacked my face. I want it to leave.


Seska (the Watcher-in-Training) - Nov 10, 2010 3:38:49 am PST #8066 of 30000
"We're all stories, in the end. Just make it a good one, eh?"

*headdesk* *headdesk* *headdesk*

The above should summarise how I feel about having come in to uni today. There are 'meetings' being held about me. Without my being told (my supervisor mentioned it, assuming I would have been informed).

I'm searching for supportive things to say and coming up all bras.

Heh. Bras will do for me.


sj - Nov 10, 2010 3:40:03 am PST #8067 of 30000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

{{{Seska}}}


WindSparrow - Nov 10, 2010 4:12:08 am PST #8068 of 30000
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.

I wish we could all live on Buffista Island. First of all, Buffista Island University wouldn't be that blockheaded, and second of all, if it were I could be there to... well, all I've got is my dad's taking a baseball bat to slam down on the front desk and say, "Now, maybe you will listen to me when I tell you to do something". I'm very angry on your behalf, Seska. I wish there were a way to channel that energy to do you some good.


WindSparrow - Nov 10, 2010 4:22:59 am PST #8069 of 30000
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.

Well, and I suppose wanting to go all cave-woman on your behalf isn't the right thing, either. Aside from violence not being the answer... I don't mean to take away from the power that you have, or should have... I just want to be an ally, not take over for you. Forgive me for being presumptuous.


Seska (the Watcher-in-Training) - Nov 10, 2010 4:28:41 am PST #8070 of 30000
"We're all stories, in the end. Just make it a good one, eh?"

Oh, don't worry about it, Andi! I appreciate the 'raaaah' cavewoman-type support. It makes me feel a bit better about my own 'grrrr'ness.

I want to register at Buffista Island University. Which I picture as holding classes on the beach and having a library in a treehouse. With its own lift.


tommyrot - Nov 10, 2010 4:30:39 am PST #8071 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.

Can there be a swimming pool in the library?


hippocampus - Nov 10, 2010 4:39:20 am PST #8072 of 30000
not your mom's socks.

I want to register at Buffista Island University. Which I picture as holding classes on the beach and having a library in a treehouse. With its own lift.

we really should do this.


DCJensen - Nov 10, 2010 4:50:23 am PST #8073 of 30000
All is well that ends in pizza.

Can there be a swimming pool in the library?

Yes, but there will have to be a vapor barrier. Maybe enclose the pool in floor-to-ceiling glass and have an airlock system to exchange the air before you enter the library proper.


Vortex - Nov 10, 2010 5:25:43 am PST #8074 of 30000
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman

I am not happy this morning. Reason number one is that I did not sleep well because I have bruised my hip on the side that I like to sleep on, so it's not healing because I keep laying on it at night. It's not so painful that it wakes me up or is uncomfortable to sleep on, but it won't bloody get better!

Also, I think I'm coming down with a cold. In past years, I would just start medicating now with the awesome generic from Costco (at approximately .25 for a gazillion), hoping to stave it off/mitigate the symptoms. Now, since the fucking methheads have forced you to give up your first born to get some fucking pseudoephedrine, the only thing that works, I am hoarding that shit until I'm actually sick. ARGH!!!!!