You'll fight, and you'll shag, and you'll hate each other till it makes you quiver, but you'll never be friends.

Spike ,'Sleeper'


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.


Ginger - Dec 05, 2011 12:31:51 pm PST #3811 of 30001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda

Your mom's or your sister's?

My mother using a computer would be one of the signs of the Apocalypse. It was my sister's computer, which apparently hadn't been talking to the ATT e-mail server since May. Then we had a drama when she wouldn't give me her password so I could set up her account again.

It will probably live in your climate, Zenkitty, although you might want to cover it if there's a 20-degree forecast in the next month.


Hil R. - Dec 05, 2011 12:40:09 pm PST #3812 of 30001
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l

OK, this is just getting ridiculous. I'm not coughing as much, but I seem to have caught a stomach bug. I had to pull over at a gas station on my way home from campus because I had to throw up. I bought a big bag of pretzels while I was there, because I'm pretty sure that the quinoa and kale stew that I was planning to have for dinner would not be the best choice.


Zenkitty - Dec 05, 2011 1:14:11 pm PST #3813 of 30001
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.

I put the thing outside in a pot and watered it. If I ever get the energy to dig a damn hole in the ground, I might plant it.

Erin, insent...


Strix - Dec 05, 2011 1:30:02 pm PST #3814 of 30001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger

Oh, Hil. Health-ma to you, m'dear.

And Zen, backflung.


Tom Scola - Dec 05, 2011 2:46:22 pm PST #3815 of 30001
Remember that the frontier of the Rebellion is everywhere. And even the smallest act of insurrection pushes our lines forward.

Man tries to mug MMA fighter.

The mugging victim was able to get control of the gun, and the two wrestled, with Miranda accidentally firing his gun and shooting himself in the ankle during the fight.

The victim, who told police he’s a mixed-martial artist, held Miranda down until the police and found Miranda with a face full of cuts and two black eyes. He was taken to Holy Cross Hospital for treatment.


Strix - Dec 05, 2011 2:57:08 pm PST #3816 of 30001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger

Heh, Tom.

And that made me want to follow-up with some other awesome people beating off muggers:

Old lady: [link]

Tiny mother: [link]


JenP - Dec 05, 2011 4:22:57 pm PST #3817 of 30001

I would like Steph's doctor, too, please.

Also, as I've been proclaiming everywhere, I heart the internet and am glad it is in my new home at last. Yay.


hippocampus - Dec 05, 2011 4:59:37 pm PST #3818 of 30001
not your mom's socks.

Yay!

JenP - I'm sorry I was out of pocket today - let's replan for coffee.


Vortex - Dec 05, 2011 5:01:58 pm PST #3819 of 30001
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman

I went to the cutest post office today. It was tiny, run by the Postmaster, Kathy. when I walked it, she was putting up a decoration that one of her customers had brought. She told me that she knows most of her customers by first name. As I was buying my money order, a customer walked in and she said "Bill, check your box again, you have more mail". She really does know all of her customers.


smonster - Dec 05, 2011 5:04:09 pm PST #3820 of 30001
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.

Steph, my old doctor prescribed me Pepcid when I had that series of poison ivy afflictions that caused me some skin hypersensitivity.

I will cheerfully admit to schadenfreude on the attempted burglar who got introduced to the "ground and pound."

Our ED hosted a holiday party tonight, though unfortunately she was sick and spet most of the evening in her room. I was amused and unsurprised to note that inviting a bunch of Americorps to dinner is the same as inviting Peace Corps volunteers - they clean the table like a plague of locusts. My manager expressed repeated surprise at how nice I looked - I wasn't even wearing makeup, I was just clean and in a skirt and heels.

It feels so late. It's only 9 pm!! Totally crashing.