I don't know. Historically, I don't do well in "clubby" places, but being a Buffista, we practically have our own language, and despite my initial anxiety nobody at Daily Kos ever told me to shut up and take my article down(although there is a real Ross and Rachel aspect to it since it took me years to post anything there.)
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.
um ... this seemed the appropriate place to mention this ... I saw an ad for a book called "Spank Me, Mr. Darcy" ... from Samhain
sj, so glad to hear that W-S is taking such good care of you.
Thanks! When I arrived and saw the line, I mentally prepared myself for not getting a signature on my book. Not every place I have been to for an event has been that thoughtful.
"Spank Me, Mr. Darcy"
I hope it's better than 50 Shades of Grey. Mr. Darcy deserves good porn.
it's just ... oy
I'd read that.
In related bondage news, this morning I woke to EVERY collar in the house not currently on a cat scattering around my bedroom floor. I didn't even know I'd held on to that many used cat collars for no apparent reason. Gonna have to move that storage box to somewhere that isn't quite as easy for Nico to get into. Interestingly, he leaves all the nip toys inside, just pulled out all the collars. Cat's got priorities. I have no idea what they are, but to him they must be clear.
eta: none of this kitty activity is done in silence, he yowls the entire time like he's been abandoned and is only the entity left in the universe.
I think this may be my stupidest injury yet. I got my finger caught in the folding mechanism of a ladder. I wasn't folding or unfolding the ladder at the time. The ladder was folded up, leaning against the wall, and I was walking by it, and suddenly, finger stuck. It's turning some interesting colors. On my left hand, so I'll be fine with writing, but probably won't be playing guitar for a few days.
Ouch, Hil.
I slammed my hand into the metal frame of my cubicle today. I just had no sense of moving in space.
Wraps Hil and Sue in bubble wrap
I'm at the point with the dog bite that it's healed enough that my body is not instinctively shying away from using the hand, so I keep unthinkingly grabbing or lifting shit. Ow.