Buffistas ... can't define them, but you know one when you see one.
Willow ,'Conversations with Dead People'
Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
[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.
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.
We have not gotten old. We have matured like fine wine.
Hah. Yes, I just went through a bunch of old hardcopy photos, to find some ita ones, and had to pause a few times and go "OMG, we were SO YOUNG, when did we get old???" (Callaluna, i also found I have a couple pictures of you from some other time than the Chicago F2F--we're at a restaurant somewhere and you're wearing a Spikeloost shirt!)
We're like art. Or porn. Or both.
I knew we could count on you to bring it back around to porn. Well done.
I bought a pretty box yesterday at Home Goods for the small collection of toys I have. I need something nicer than the cardboard box with the flaps torn off. Hopefully when Mom visits she won't ask about it. (It's too tall to fit under the bed).
I use the same 30+ mutual friend criteria to know whow is a Buffista.