Anyone want to play literati?
Death is your art. You make it with your hands day after day. That final gasp, that look of peace. And part of you is desperate to know: What's it like? Where does it lead you? And now you see, that's the secret. Not the punch you didn't throw or the kicks you didn't land. She really wanted it. Every Slayer has a death wish. Even you.
Spike ,'Conversations with Dead People'
Spike's Bitches 21 Gunn Salute
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Lee - Jan 02, 2005 7:05:28 pm PST #780 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Lilty Cash - Jan 02, 2005 7:06:23 pm PST #781 of 10002
"You see? THAT's what they want. Love, and a bit with a dog."
I couldn't get enough of Jane of Lantern Hill but honestly, I could never get all that wrapped up in the Anne books. I adore the story, but I think I got so attached to the movies when I was very young that my young self was almost insulted by differences. I was all "Twins? What freaking twins? I don't think so."
I am going to put them on my reading list for the year, now that I am larger and therefore older than I was then.
deborah grabien - Jan 02, 2005 7:06:56 pm PST #782 of 10002
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Lee, you bet. One game for me. Where?
SailAweigh - Jan 02, 2005 7:07:35 pm PST #783 of 10002
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
I'm up for one game. Then I must hie me to bed.
Lee - Jan 02, 2005 7:08:42 pm PST #784 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I'll set up a room. Semantics, table 67.
deborah grabien - Jan 02, 2005 7:11:00 pm PST #785 of 10002
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
On my way...
Susan W. - Jan 02, 2005 7:58:16 pm PST #786 of 10002
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights
Beverly - Jan 02, 2005 8:29:24 pm PST #787 of 10002
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Cuuuute Annabel!
Ah, Lilty, now I understand your euphemism. I'm sorry she felt she had to leave, appreciate that you agreed with her decision, sympathise with your loss.
I forgot to wish Cindy healing vibes for her poor neck. ("Neck-ma" is just going too far, isn't it, folks?)
And I want a cheese cave all my own. Mmm, cheese. I just finished off a box of wheat thins (there were only a handful) with dilled white cheddar. Mmm, cheddar.
deborah grabien - Jan 02, 2005 8:48:02 pm PST #788 of 10002
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Oh, lordy, poor Cindy's neck. A really bad neck is a nightmare.
That is one very defined child you have there, Susan. Nothing vague about her, at all.
Must get offline and out of wet things and into dry warm fleeze if I don't want this particular cold to regain a deathgrip.
Susan W. - Jan 02, 2005 8:52:51 pm PST #789 of 10002
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights
That is one very defined child you have there, Susan. Nothing vague about her, at all.
I'm beginning to think she has a very similar personality to my father--sort of mellow yet unyielding. Not someone who'll allow herself to be pushed around.