Well, it's just good to know that when the chips are down and things look grim you'll feed off the girl who loves you to save your own ass!

Xander ,'Chosen'


Spike's Bitches 25 to Life  

[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.


Laura - Jul 14, 2005 12:38:54 pm PDT #864 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.

Now I totally want to date Fay. Except I'm not in her age range. And married. And not gay. But if I was....


Atropa - Jul 14, 2005 12:40:01 pm PDT #865 of 10001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.

I would much rather have a perfect cake than a pressed anything.

Yes. Isn't that some sort of universal truth?

I'm trying to remember the last time I used the iron. I think it was when I was embossing bats on a velvet skirt.


Fay - Jul 14, 2005 12:40:47 pm PDT #866 of 10001
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.

Heh. Apparently I'm only an 84% match for myself. Which is unfortunate.

I'm trying to remember the last time I used the iron. I think it was when I was embossing bats on a velvet skirt.

Now that's a good reason to use an iron. I think the last time I used the iron was about 12 months ago. Mind you, our cleaning lady irons for us now, but she's actually worse at it than I am, and we're thinking about hiding the iron. I don't actually burn things, or melt plastic designs into interesting and less attractive plastic designs. She does, bless her. But we're both so grateful to have things cleaned and tidied up a bit that neither of us likes to mention it.


sumi - Jul 14, 2005 12:40:58 pm PDT #867 of 10001
Art Crawl!!!

My friend who is having bariatric surgery tells me that afterwards she will never be able to eat cake again.

Not even a smidgen.

Not a crumb.

NEVER.

Ever.


erikaj - Jul 14, 2005 12:41:34 pm PDT #868 of 10001
"already on the kiss-cam with Karl Marx"-

Of course I would date Fay...if she wouldn't mind if I slipped up and typed "Kay" sometimes, due to dueling obsessions.


brenda m - Jul 14, 2005 12:41:38 pm PDT #869 of 10001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there

I know I've used my iron, because I remember thinking "man, that's a crappy iron." But I couldn't tell you how long ago that was.


Topic!Cindy - Jul 14, 2005 12:43:31 pm PDT #870 of 10001
What is even happening?

Yes. Isn't that some sort of universal truth?

If it wasn't before, it is now.

I'm trying to remember the last time I used the iron. I think it was when I was embossing bats on a velvet skirt.

I think I imagined your wardrobe requiring a lot of ironing. Am more tempted than ever before for a change.

Actually, I just go rumpled. I don't go out any place of substance rumpled (that is like church, the library, dinner, a show, etc.). But if I'm bumming around with the kids, I am going to wrinkle my clothes, so I don't sweat it.

Heh. Apparently I'm only an 84% match for myself. Which is unfortunate.
How does that happen?


Laura - Jul 14, 2005 12:43:41 pm PDT #871 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.

I had to iron cotton uniforms when I was a kid. I hate ironing. Suck at it. I have mastered snatching things from the dryer in a timely fashion to prevent the need.


Atropa - Jul 14, 2005 12:45:37 pm PDT #872 of 10001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.

I think I imagined your wardrobe requiring a lot of ironing. Am more tempted than ever before for a change.

Ha! No, absolutely no ironing needed in the JilliWardrobe. Lots of flowy black lace and stretch velvet, plus some wool, silk, or non-stretch velvet that involves going to the dry cleaning place, but no ironing. A frock coat means never having to iron your blouses.


§ ita § - Jul 14, 2005 12:45:43 pm PDT #873 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

How does that happen?

I don't think I'd date me. That shouldn't stop anyone else from giving it a (polite) shot, though.