"Two Connies sent me friend requests -- are they Buffistas?"
When I see a friend request that has 60-70 common friends, I know it's a Buffista.
Anya ,'Same Time, Same Place'
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"Two Connies sent me friend requests -- are they Buffistas?"
When I see a friend request that has 60-70 common friends, I know it's a Buffista.
My not-wallowing, apparently, involves dead turtles. Lemme 'splain.
I'm at a friend's place tonight. It's the first flesh-and-blood-and-in-person person I meet since I learned about ita's death and that actually understand this. I told her about ita, and then we started watching TV. I told her I want to see a dark comedy, maybe British. She suggested Black Books, which after an episode wasn't dark enough for my taste (or at all), so I went with one of my all time favourites, League of Gentlemen. It took three minutes for her to cringe and shout "too dark! too dark!".
And it was a wonderful hour on which I didn't have to pretend that everything's all right. And I could let go. And I could forget, and enjoy dark British comedy. My apologies to dead turtles.
When I see a friend request that has 60-70 common friends, I know it's a Buffista.
Yes. I don't always know which Buffista, but it's dead obvious when it's one of y'all.
Buffistas ... can't define them, but you know one when you see one.
Tim's on Facebook? I need to remedy our lack of friendship post haste.
I love meeting the SOs of Buffistas. It's good to know there's someone worthy of all of our awesomeness.
Tim's on Facebook? I need to remedy our lack of friendship post haste.
You can find him through my profile. Which you already knew. Duuuuh, Steph.
Done. Screw these people that say you can't make lasting relationships online.
I saw that Tim had joined Facebook, but I figured he would have no idea who I was if I tried to friend him.
TCG has no interest in being on a computer when he is not at work.
I had a not fun afternoon trying on clothes. Now I'm at the library bookstore because I switched shifts with a friend this month. Hopefully being surrounded by books will turn around my day.
I saw that Tim had joined Facebook, but I figured he would have no idea who I was if I tried to friend him.
He'll just ask me who you are, so if you want to send a friend request, feel free.
Damn, people, it just hit 41 degrees! I'ma walk the dog. He'll be so happy.
Buffistas ... can't define them, but you know one when you see one.
We're like art. Or porn. Or both.