GRAAGGGH!!!
Jilli warning:
spider on my bed. argh. am retreating to end of. crap. no way to get it out, and it's now behind/beneath my bolster. crapcrapcrap. not small enough to deal with on my own. crap.
Yes, it's terribly simple. The good guys are always stalwart and true, the bad guys are easily distinguished by their pointy horns or black hats, and, uh, we always defeat them and save the day. No one ever dies, and everybody lives happily ever after.
Giles ,'Conversations with Dead People'
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.
P.M. Marc - Sep 01, 2005 7:50:40 am PDT #9990 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
Lee - Sep 01, 2005 7:53:56 am PDT #9991 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Ick, Plei. Maybe you can send a cat in after it?
I was sure this thread would be dead by the time I got to work.
EpicTangent - Sep 01, 2005 7:54:48 am PDT #9992 of 10001
Why isn't everyone pelting me with JOY, dammit? - Zenkitty
Finally caught up after days and days, in time for the thread rollover. Cool.
Timelies All.
Things-coming-together-ma, Susan.
Things-will-be-great-try-to-stop-stressing-ma, sj.
Love Daria, always enjoy the nights when I can't sleep yet at midnight, and get rewarded for sleeplessness with Daria.
Joining in the thankful that -t's okay bandwagon.
Anybody else? Hugs, -ma, and glitter - distribute as needed.
Steph L. - Sep 01, 2005 7:55:56 am PDT #9993 of 10001
It's actually been a really hard year, when you stop and do the math. Eliot would cry, too, if it didn't take him seventy minutes of therapy, two cocktails, and a Sondheim medley before he can experience a human emotion through the haze of his PTSD.
I am so cranky. God. I paw at the keyboard ineffectively and blah.
That's downright poetic.
EpicTangent - Sep 01, 2005 7:57:16 am PDT #9994 of 10001
Why isn't everyone pelting me with JOY, dammit? - Zenkitty
Plei, could you use a big glass for capture and stiff paper (cardstock, greeting card, postcard) for containment? Or is that far too close for comfort?
Sorry I can't help in person. Spider capture-and-release is a specialty of mine.
Nora Deirdre - Sep 01, 2005 7:57:40 am PDT #9995 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
Thanks, Tep! That helps.
Lee - Sep 01, 2005 7:59:35 am PDT #9996 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Is it dead yet?
Sparky1 - Sep 01, 2005 7:59:38 am PDT #9997 of 10001
Librarian Warlord
Spiders I can live with. Ants bring out the mass murderer in me.
Volans - Sep 01, 2005 7:59:57 am PDT #9998 of 10001
move out and draw fire
Work-ennui free verse - the new haiku.
I think I had too much coffee this morning. I have a headache and I feel queasy.
I think you were at work way too early.
Steph L. - Sep 01, 2005 8:00:07 am PDT #9999 of 10001
It's actually been a really hard year, when you stop and do the math. Eliot would cry, too, if it didn't take him seventy minutes of therapy, two cocktails, and a Sondheim medley before he can experience a human emotion through the haze of his PTSD.
Spiders killed the thread.