Time to slay. Vampires of the world beware!

Buffybot ,'Dirty Girls'


Goodbye and Good Riddance 2012: If the world doesn't end, I'm going to need a note  

Every year we watch the Charlie Brown special, do the Snoopy dance, wish everybody a Merry Christmukkah, and thank our Secret Santas in the good riddance thread. Which is this one, in case you were wondering. 2012--better luck next time.


msbelle - Dec 01, 2012 2:30:10 pm PST #5 of 274
Now if your car ain't got it, go out and get it. We like the boom and don't you forget it. So turn down the treble and front your bass.

bring it!


Anne W. - Dec 01, 2012 2:35:21 pm PST #6 of 274
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.

I am so not ready for it to be December.


Lee - Dec 01, 2012 2:48:25 pm PST #7 of 274
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

I was very ready for November to be over though.


SuziQ - Dec 01, 2012 3:05:42 pm PST #8 of 274
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame

Ohh, I can put my thanks in the right place.

Thank you, oh Secret Santa, for the palm tree key chain. It is shiny!!!


Pix - Dec 01, 2012 3:22:10 pm PST #9 of 274
"Because if life gives you lemons / you don't have to make / lemonade / sugar isn't free / and grief doesn't have / to be productive." -from "lemonade" by Kaitlin Shelter

Hurray December!


Lee - Dec 01, 2012 3:28:41 pm PST #10 of 274
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

Almost forgot--thank you to my secret Santa for the wine and the Thanksgiving card! Both of them made me smile.


quester - Dec 01, 2012 7:04:35 pm PST #11 of 274
Danger is my middle name, only I spell it R. u. t. h. - Tina Belcher.

eleven is ok.


sumi - Dec 01, 2012 7:43:31 pm PST #12 of 274
Art Crawl!!!

Happy December!!!

I have a friend who is storing canned goods just in case things go kerflooey at winter solstice and yet we don't all die right away.


§ ita § - Dec 01, 2012 8:09:31 pm PST #13 of 274
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

I refuse to accept any end of the world I survive. What kind of fucking around half-assed job is that? ALL OR NOTHING BITCHES. Don't go mistaking "decimation" for "good enough."


Beverly - Dec 02, 2012 12:05:14 am PST #14 of 274
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

I'll take first fifteen, that's pretty rare. I haven't summed up yet, though.