Willow: Something evil-crashed to earth in this. Then it broke out and slithered away to do badness. Giles: Well, in all fairness, we don't really know about the "slithered" part. Anya: No, no, I'm sure it frisked about like a fluffy lamb.

'Never Leave Me'


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.


askye - May 13, 2012 9:07:51 am PDT #13144 of 30001
Thrive to spite them

This day is bittersweet for too many people I care about.


sumi - May 13, 2012 9:09:18 am PDT #13145 of 30001
Art Crawl!!!

There was?? (A 1990's remake with JG-L)

Sigh. My lounginess cost me a chance to see the Avengers today.

Also Happy Mother's Day.

I've been thinking about my BFF's mom who passed away 7 years ago.

I am also thinking about my father who would have been 78 today.

And my mother and how was it possible that two people who clearly loved each other could manage to just not communicate?


Zenkitty - May 13, 2012 9:25:57 am PDT #13146 of 30001
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.

Who is JGL?

I overslept thanks to Benadryl, I have a headache from not eating all day until now, and I'm ditching all my plans for Getting Things Done today to go see Avengers again. Now I'm imagining taking my mom to see it. She'd be completely baffled. Think she'd like Captain America though. She'd like Natasha too. She always liked girls who could rescue themselves. Happy Mother's Day, Mom.


Polter-Cow - May 13, 2012 9:27:22 am PDT #13147 of 30001
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!

Joseph Gordon-Levitt.


Laura - May 13, 2012 9:29:47 am PDT #13148 of 30001
Our wings are not tired.

And my mother and how was it possible that two people who clearly loved each other could manage to just not communicate?

Seriously! My parents had been married about 30 years when they discovered that they each really both preferred the other side of the bed but suffered for their mate. I came home to visit and they had switched. When I asked what was up she told me that friends were discussing the preference and they made the discovery. Communication not a big thing with them.


Ginger - May 13, 2012 9:46:25 am PDT #13149 of 30001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda

"30 Years on the Wrong Side of the Bed" would be a great title.


Stephanie - May 13, 2012 9:53:14 am PDT #13150 of 30001
Trust my rage

Today is my mom's 65th birthday. We had a whole thing planned with my aunt and the kids and so on. But we got a call yesterday that my dad's mom is dying-kidney failure with maybe 48 hours left. She has been suffering dementia and other health issues for a while so its not a shock. But still, my mon is spending today driving from CO to MN and my dad is driving with her and not doing great. An I'm home alone with the kids because I had no chance to make other plans.

Still, Im grateful for my mom and all three of my children who made the day with a homemade vase (Ellie), a paper airplane he left at daddy's (Frisco), and Sammy (who has thrush which I just treated with the extremely intensely colored gentian violet).


smonster - May 13, 2012 9:54:25 am PDT #13151 of 30001
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.

I have a lot to do today, including work work. But I made breakfast, ate it, did those dishes, called my mom, put away clothes... and then I was hungry again. So I made cous cous with sauteed zucchini and canned black beans... and now I'm sleepy.

I think I'm going to take a nap. Somone call me in half an hour, make sure I'm up and functioning?


smonster - May 13, 2012 9:55:50 am PDT #13152 of 30001
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.

Xpost with Stephanie... that's one heck of a Sunday, let alone a Mother's Day. ~ma for your family, and I hope Sammy's better soon.


WindSparrow - May 13, 2012 10:04:12 am PDT #13153 of 30001
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.

Happy Mother's day to all the other Buffista moms & their moms.

Peace and comfort to those Buffistas who have lost their mothers or their children.

Is this fourths? No better way to say it.