Buffy: Where are the burgers? Riley: Yeah man, I'm starving. Cow me. Xander: I'd love to make with the moo but the fire's not cooperating.

'Lessons'


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.


sj - Nov 12, 2011 12:18:17 pm PST #2615 of 30001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

Thanks, Pix and le nubian. I'll do that.


SailAweigh - Nov 12, 2011 12:22:11 pm PST #2616 of 30001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb

What the others said about adding new debt. No new debt means no changes for that. But your score could still go up, because as old negative stuff drops off the score will improve. So depending on what kind of stuff you've got out there, it really can only get better.


meara - Nov 12, 2011 12:49:33 pm PST #2617 of 30001

I was wondering about this the other day--does good old stuff also fall off? For example, I paid off my car loan about seven years ago now--will that be falling off my report? (It's a bit moot, as I now have a mortgage, but still)


Anne W. - Nov 12, 2011 12:55:24 pm PST #2618 of 30001
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.

I must share about a rather inglorious moment in my weight training regime.

A few weeks back, I started learning the very basics of the Olympic lifts. The first of these is the hang clean, which is the first part of the clean and jerk.

Basically, you drop into a squat with the bar held in front of you at knee level. You then drive up hard with your hips, accelerating the bar upwards parallel to the front of your body. You let it go up to a titch above shoulder height, then drop back into a squat to catch it long the front of your shoulders. It's an explosive (and fun) movement, and the bar moves up fast, fast, fast.

I've been doing quite well at the lift, only today I misjudged how close I was holding the bar to my body. The bar, which as I said above, moves parallel to the front of my body. At high speed.

Let's just say I gave the bar a lot of oomph.

Let's also say that I am, er, fairly well endowed.

Ow.


sj - Nov 12, 2011 2:27:25 pm PST #2619 of 30001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

I'm making pizza with sweet potatoes, spicy sausage, and goat cheese for dinner along with lentil soup (also with some of the spicy sausage). It smells yummy, but I'm sure it is not going to be nearly as yummy as the wedding dinner we were having a year ago today here.


§ ita § - Nov 12, 2011 2:58:46 pm PST #2620 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Neil Gaiman told me he liked the pink streaks in my hair, and said they were very fetching.

Does this mean fetch has happened?


smonster - Nov 12, 2011 3:43:35 pm PST #2621 of 30001
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.

Fetching was always a word. That's why we don't need fetch.


sj - Nov 12, 2011 4:21:43 pm PST #2622 of 30001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

I am totally tipsy on only two glasses of prosecco.


smonster - Nov 12, 2011 4:24:53 pm PST #2623 of 30001
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.

I would be too, sj.

So, I sent StW an email specifically asking for more communication, and I haven't heard from him in a week. I feel like that's a fairly clear message. I think I might be done. I'm feeling very angry and sorry for myself, and frustrated that I can't even get a serial monogamist to actually have a relationship with me.

One day, just maybe, I will turn this apparently terrifying Care Bear Stare heart at someone, and they won't shield their eyes and turn away. Not today.

Well, hello, PMS.


Pix - Nov 12, 2011 4:29:18 pm PST #2624 of 30001
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie

Oh sweetie. It's not you! Truly, it's not.