If you're planning on striking out for the prairies and planting your stake in the ground, I think that window has closed.
Now, this would be the perfect time for a swear word.
Kaylee ,'Jaynestown'
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.
brenda m - Jul 18, 2012 9:08:50 am PDT #17338 of 30001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
§ ita § - Jul 18, 2012 9:09:00 am PDT #17339 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
But catsitting can have litterbox cleaning, or if you're lucky, non-litterbox cleaning. So it's downside. It's like, I will dandle your baby, but I won't babysit your baby. I'm very delicate, you know. I could totally break.
le nubian - Jul 18, 2012 9:09:38 am PDT #17340 of 30001
"And to be clear, I am the hell. And the high water."
okay, brenda made me laugh.
Amy - Jul 18, 2012 9:13:20 am PDT #17341 of 30001
Because books.
If you're planning on striking out for the prairies and planting your stake in the ground, I think that window has closed.
Damn it. I was almost packed.
Karl - Jul 18, 2012 9:36:12 am PDT #17342 of 30001
I adore all you motherfuckers so much -- PMM.
(I do not have the spoons to wade into this.)
Hec, if smonster had wanted 'tough love,' she's perfectly capable of asking us to administer it.
Ear and lip, remember?
erikaj - Jul 18, 2012 9:59:11 am PDT #17343 of 30001
"already on the kiss-cam with Karl Marx"-
I believe it's not depression that Hec is unfamiliar with so much as cat vomit. It's not quite the same as if a kid pukes and you leave it. (That would be a true cry for help!) Also, not so much volume. I could get more specific, but not without leaving claims of adult femininity in tatters.
Connie Neil - Jul 18, 2012 10:06:52 am PDT #17344 of 30001
brillig
Oh, yes, the midnight joy of the little beast horking somewhere in the house, and by the time you get out of bed, the little beast has rocketed into another part of the house, and you don't know where the gift has been left. And the late-night choice: do I turn on all the lights and try to find it or go back to bed and deal with it when I'm better rested and it's dried to a more manageable consistency--and I'm less likely to do nasty things to the cat. 8 hours later, as you and the cat both stare at the odd thing that's been discovered in the middle of the living room, you can say "How did that come out of you?" and the cat can give you a puzzled look that says, "Aliens."
erikaj - Jul 18, 2012 10:12:53 am PDT #17345 of 30001
"already on the kiss-cam with Karl Marx"-
wrod. Also, ew, But wrod.
Zenkitty - Jul 18, 2012 10:36:19 am PDT #17346 of 30001
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
I once had to go into a hoarder's house. It's real hard to clear the bar that set for unacceptable levels of cleanliness.
le nubian - Jul 18, 2012 10:45:41 am PDT #17347 of 30001
"And to be clear, I am the hell. And the high water."
Zenkitty,
can you wrap a narrative around that? Why did you have to go into a hoarder's house?