Reavers ain't men. Or they forgot how to be. Now they're just nothing. They got out to the edge of the galaxy, to that place of nothing, and that's what they became.

Mal ,'Bushwhacked'


Spike's Bitches 41: Thrown together to stand against the forces of darkness  

[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.


SuziQ - May 22, 2008 5:24:33 am PDT #67 of 10001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame

Plus my makeup has a 15 SPF

I had a facial recently and mentioned this same thing. The enethitician (or however you spell it) just laughed at me and asked if I reapplied it every hour.


Jessica - May 22, 2008 5:27:33 am PDT #68 of 10001
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset

Steroids are a special kind of evil - sure, they might save your life, but you'll be all kinds of miserable about it.


Amy - May 22, 2008 5:28:13 am PDT #69 of 10001
Because books.

Yay, Aims's new job! Good luck today!

Big boos for Teppy's allergic reaction and Suzi's stress, though.

::gropes Suzi idly for good measure::

Sox, I wish I knew of a mystery blog like that! I would love to find one.


Steph L. - May 22, 2008 5:28:33 am PDT #70 of 10001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine

Plus my makeup has a 15 SPF

I had a facial recently and mentioned this same thing. The enethitician (or however you spell it) just laughed at me and asked if I reapplied it every hour.

Goodness, it's not like I (a) sweat it off, or (2) work in sunlight (or near a window, for that matter).


Cashmere - May 22, 2008 5:36:20 am PDT #71 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.

They should play it safe and send you home to enjoy a 3-day weekend!

Four day weekend this weekend. Memorial Day is Monday.


tommyrot - May 22, 2008 5:37:08 am PDT #72 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

My drug of choice: irony.

What's your weapon of choice?


Steph L. - May 22, 2008 5:38:30 am PDT #73 of 10001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine

What's your weapon of choice?

My rapier-sharp wit.

Oh, wait. I forgot I'm not Oscar Wilde.


tommyrot - May 22, 2008 5:39:13 am PDT #74 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

Oh, wait. I forgot I'm not Oscar Wilde.

So both you and the wallpaper can stay....


SuziQ - May 22, 2008 5:42:14 am PDT #75 of 10001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame

::gropes Suzi idly for good measure::

idly, eh?


Connie Neil - May 22, 2008 5:46:06 am PDT #76 of 10001
brillig

I have to work on Monday, but that's OK because on holidays they let us watch movies on our computers. All the guys around me are playing games anyway.

I don't think I mentioned this here, one evening last week a girl fell down the back stairs from our second floor tech support room and broke her ankle in three places (I was the only one upstairs and I heard her faintly calling for help, heaven knows how long she might have lain there). Management got a "Agh! We've got people with known medical conditions upstairs, it'll be one of them breaking something next!" bug, so they moved a bunch of us downstairs. I'm now in a lovely back-corner cubical with no one across the aisle from me, the flourescent fixture above me has had the tubes removed, and no one casually wanders by. All I need is a bit of natural light to be happy.