Spike? It's you. It's really you! My therapist thought I was holding on to false hope, but…I knew you'd come back. You're like…you're like Gandalf the White, resurrected from the pit of the Balrog, more beautiful than ever. Oh…he's alive Frodo. He's alive.

Andrew ,'Damage'


Spike's Bitches 43: Who am I kidding? I love to brag.  

[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.


JZ - Dec 02, 2008 8:45:38 am PST #3035 of 10000
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.

Oh, yeah, him! One of my good friends started dating him right at the end of her freshman year/his sophomore year, and they thrashed their way through a bunch of complicated growing up and sorting themselves and each other out. When they started dating he was scary-smart and a fantastic underachiever, and by graduation he was a scary-smart overachiever being wooed by graduate psych departments all over the country. And now they're married, with three boys.

And he was your Spinal Tap date! So cute!


hippocampus - Dec 02, 2008 8:46:41 am PST #3036 of 10000
not your mom's socks.

I got to play RockBand over Thanksgiving. I was starting to get pretty good at the drums!

grins at d. come ovah. Soonish.


lisah - Dec 02, 2008 8:48:11 am PST #3037 of 10000
Punishingly Intricate

And he was your Spinal Tap date! So cute!

I KNOW! And he and my brother used to play D & D together.

Crazy how small the world is sometimes! for real.


Emily - Dec 02, 2008 8:55:38 am PST #3038 of 10000
"In the equation E = mc⬧, c⬧ is a pretty big honking number." - Scola

I am powerless over my need to be a wiseass in Salon Letters.

(googles for Kundera quotation...)

If you meet a madman who says that he is a fish and that we are all fishes, do you take off your clothes to show him that you do not have fins?


Nicole - Dec 02, 2008 8:57:22 am PST #3039 of 10000
I'm getting the pig!

Sox, insent to profile addy. Have a question for you.


hippocampus - Dec 02, 2008 9:02:31 am PST #3040 of 10000
not your mom's socks.

backflung Nicole! more to come too.


WindSparrow - Dec 02, 2008 9:07:40 am PST #3041 of 10000
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.

Well, I have to say, proper lifting procedures mean the world. I appear to have no lingering soreness. I was stiff and feeling weird last night, but that may well have been due to dehydration. Usually I drink 20oz of filtered water that I bring from home, then refill it out of their tap (adding a single packet of Crystal Lite and some potassium) plus whatever beverage at supper. Due to all the excitement, plus some outings that happened earlier in the shift, I got home with about a third of the original water still in the bottle.


Glamcookie - Dec 02, 2008 9:44:44 am PST #3042 of 10000
I know my own heart and understand my fellow man. But I am made unlike anyone I have ever met. I dare to say I am like no one in the whole world. - Anne Lister

I am very bad. Having grilled cheese and french fries for lunch.


erikaj - Dec 02, 2008 9:45:48 am PST #3043 of 10000
"Somewhere in this building is our talent." Toby Ziegler, my spirit animal

Caitlin Flanagan is like Mo Dowd with a serious(though homemade) bug up her ass. Which is funny, cause I thought that about Maureen, too. Maybe we're lucky MD stayed single. But now that she's in Sparkle Fang Nation, I never have to take Flanagan seriously ever again, except to flick my hair like Cordy and snort "What's your childhood drama?"ETA:(Joel McHale) Cool Story, Salon Columnist!(/McHale) GC, yeah, "Part Time Indian" rocks, hard. Love it!


sj - Dec 02, 2008 9:46:56 am PST #3044 of 10000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

{{{Barb}}} I'm sorry your mother is playing passive-aggressive games with you.

I think I am going to need an alibi so that I can beat some manners into the teenagers upstairs.