I am keeping my distance. No subconscious working here, dangit.
Spike's Bitches 44: It's about the rules having changed.
[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 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...
OMG, Jilli on YouTube! Best thing EVAH!
(And Clovis!)
Yes, now you can watch me in all my hand-flailing, eye-rolling ... something.
(There are outtakes with Clovis that will be posted eventually.)