Mal ,'War Stories'
[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.
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Oh, and I'm over my whiny bit. I had a bit of a snarl at the Scene(TM) in Seattle, I feel better for having taken my spleen on a walk, and now can get back to feeling smugly superior about my single-tude.
New York is too big for me; I get agoraphobia and sit in the shower, crying (almost literally; I have another Churchy Huw story concerning this). I just have to hammer my life-expectation into acceptance of my chosen life-style.
Goth, and single. Nyah.
Aww. Now I want to hang out with you, poor StuntHusband. And watch people walk by and make fun of the hipsters, on CapHill, or something. And bemoan our single states.
water ... last July 4
THAT IS THE UNIVERSE PROVING HOW AWESOME I AM.
Goth, and single. Nyah.
I know, but I wish we could find you a charming companion. Other than me, who is only so good for companionship for you.
New York is too big for me; I get agoraphobia
Oh, me too! I would die. My gay ex-boyfriend loves it there; I told him that THAT was the real reason we couldn't stay together! I wasn't entirely lying either. City Boy and Nature Girl.
See, my hastily-concocted plan was that you would appear on the scene in NYC, take your pick of the lovelies who would flock to you, and fly back home with him. ... which is actually better than most of the fictive futures I concoct for my own self.
See, my hastily-concocted plan was that you would appear on the scene in NYC, take your pick of the lovelies who would flock to you, and fly back home with him. ... which is actually better than most of the fictive futures I concoct for my own self.
I CONCUR.
(looks at Jilli)
Well? WELL?
I CONCUR.
(looks at Jilli)
Well? WELL?
Look, I'll take you to NYC with me next week. You just have to be willing to fit inside my luggage. With the petticoats and corsets. Or are we talking about me taking a tranq gun to likely-looking boys I meet and shipping them back to you?
Or are we talking about me taking a tranq gun to likely-looking boys I meet and shipping them back to you?
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Or are we talking about me taking a tranq gun to likely-looking boys I meet and shipping them back to you?
Jilli, hon, mind doing something similar for me and shipping him(her) down southways? ::smiles winsomely::
As soon as I Rip Off That Bandaid, of course.
Jilli, send southbound likely suspects to smonster at Calli's house. Either smonster rips the bandaid or Calli caves and unwraps the package first. t /meddlesome
Hey, you! No meddling.
...nebbermind, that's fair.