Death is your art. You make it with your hands day after day. That final gasp, that look of peace. And part of you is desperate to know: What's it like? Where does it lead you? And now you see, that's the secret. Not the punch you didn't throw or the kicks you didn't land. She really wanted it. Every Slayer has a death wish. Even you.

Spike ,'Conversations with Dead People'


Spike's Bitches 47: Someone Dangerous Could Get In  

[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.


Nora Deirdre - Apr 10, 2012 7:06:05 am PDT #11130 of 30001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)

. I have it on *good authority* that Jelly Roll Morton once had sex with a prostitude up against this very window, but of course I can't actually *prove* it."

Ahahahaha. Though the last part is implied (as with every tall tale told here) and never said out loud.


Strix - Apr 10, 2012 7:06:54 am PDT #11131 of 30001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger

smonster, that's great!


Zenkitty - Apr 10, 2012 7:38:19 am PDT #11132 of 30001
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.

Good news, smonster!

I felt marginally better when I got up this morning, but now looking at all the work in my inbox and the piles of things I have to do at home and the business trip in two weeks I have to find clothes for... I want chocolate and rum and a houseboy. Also, a quiet cat. SHUT UP DARLING.

I lost ten pounds. That's good. I haven't been able to stick to the diet for a week. That's not good. But I didn't put any of the weight back on, so that's good. Trying to concentrate on the good, and not on the boxes of chocolate I want to be eating right now. Damn hormones.


Ginger - Apr 10, 2012 7:40:01 am PDT #11133 of 30001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda

Thanks for the good outcomes -ma. Sadly, it didn't work.


smonster - Apr 10, 2012 7:41:33 am PDT #11134 of 30001
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.

Oh, shit, Ginger. What's up?


Ginger - Apr 10, 2012 7:46:55 am PDT #11135 of 30001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda

Breast cancer metastasis to the bones.


javachik - Apr 10, 2012 7:49:47 am PDT #11136 of 30001
Our wings are not tired.

Oh fuck.


Ginger - Apr 10, 2012 7:52:19 am PDT #11137 of 30001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda

That's what I said. I get a scan tomorrow to see how widespread it is.


billytea - Apr 10, 2012 7:52:23 am PDT #11138 of 30001
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.

Ginger, I'm so sorry.


Connie Neil - Apr 10, 2012 7:52:56 am PDT #11139 of 30001
brillig

Blessed Mother, Ginger.