Lord, Ginger. Happy fucking New Year.
Y'all see the man hanging out of the spaceship with the really big gun? Now I'm not saying you weren't easy to find. It was kinda out of our way, and he didn't want to come in the first place. Man's lookin' to kill some folk. So really it's his will y'all should worry about thwarting.
Mal ,'Safe'
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.
smonster - Jan 02, 2013 3:13:38 am PST #24527 of 30001
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Sean K - Jan 02, 2013 6:16:45 am PST #24528 of 30001
You can't leave me to my own devices; my devices are Nap and Eat. -Zenkitty
I had to give my cat away yesterday. My roommate moved out, and I gave my cat to him, since he's in a better position to take care of Jordan. This was a very tough decision, and I still think it's the right one, but it absolutely tore me up yesterday. I was devastated, and had several sobbing jags. The house seems so empty now.
amyth - Jan 02, 2013 6:21:18 am PST #24529 of 30001
And none of us deserving the cruelty or the grace -- Leonard Cohen
Aw, Sean. So sorry.
Laura - Jan 02, 2013 6:27:22 am PST #24530 of 30001
Our wings are not tired.
I'm sorry, Sean.
I need a nap. I was social with a group of neighbors yesterday and drank more than usual. Yawn.
Fred Pete - Jan 02, 2013 6:32:02 am PST #24531 of 30001
Ann, that's a ferret.
Sympathies, Sean.
Liese S. - Jan 02, 2013 6:32:18 am PST #24532 of 30001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Oh, Sean, how hard.
Sean K - Jan 02, 2013 7:04:34 am PST #24533 of 30001
You can't leave me to my own devices; my devices are Nap and Eat. -Zenkitty
I keep seeing (illusory) movement out of the corner of my eye, and expect it to be him slinking through the room.
On the up side, I'm doing a deep cleaning on the house, and for the first time I can remember, the floors are not instantly refilling with fur and crumbly little bits of clay.
WindSparrow - Jan 02, 2013 7:05:31 am PST #24534 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.
Oh, Sean. How much love that takes. It's so tough. I am sorry you are going through this.
smonster - Jan 02, 2013 7:13:50 am PST #24535 of 30001
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Sean, I'm so sorry.
amych - Jan 02, 2013 8:23:01 am PST #24536 of 30001
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
I'm sorry, Sean. Sometimes, the best choice for their care is the hardest damn thing in terms of what you'd want.