I can't stop giggling when he talks to me.
Are you touching his arm, and flipping your hair over your shoulder too? Don't let your subconscious drive the tugboat!
[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.
I can't stop giggling when he talks to me.
Are you touching his arm, and flipping your hair over your shoulder too? Don't let your subconscious drive the tugboat!
Are you touching his arm, and flipping your hair over your shoulder too? Don't let your subconscious drive the tugboat!
Don't harsh on her mellow, man! Maybe he'll invite her to Prom!
I am keeping my distance. No subconscious working here, dangit.
I just woke up from a fun little dream. Shir and I were on a road trip together. It seemed to be mostly for fun, but for some reason we decided we didn't want any one to know where we were - so she helped me hack my dad's credit card so we could get money without it being traced to us.
Possibly it wasn't quite as fun as Aims' dream was.
I dreamed I was in Leverage and holding hands with Parker. It was a good time. Although Sophie totally failed to case the joint properly and we had to escape from a guard.
I've discovered that taking Tylenol P.M. prompts some really hot dreams.
Vicodin + Chantix.
Aims, as long as you aren't writing his name in your notebook and doodling hearts around it, I think you're OK.
So I get back to London and find it's *summer* here. It's just weird. We already had a week of sun in April. That's usually our quota...