Could just be a hoax, though. I fake some headaches, everyone gets used to poor helpless Spike. Then one day, no warning, I snap a spine, bend a head back, drain 'em dry. Brilliant.

Spike ,'Potential'


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Steph L. - Apr 23, 2009 11:50:52 am PDT #7646 of 30000
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine

I would love to see Jilli doing her swoopy dance on Ellen. I don't think Ellen would know what to do.


meara - Apr 23, 2009 11:57:30 am PDT #7647 of 30000

I would love to see Jilli doing her swoopy dance on Ellen. I don't think Ellen would know what to do.

Hee. This is TOTALLY what I was picturing when I said "Ellen". I think it would be AWESOME.


Laura - Apr 23, 2009 12:03:46 pm PDT #7648 of 30000
Our wings are not tired.

{{bonny}} You are so much more valuable than a car. Best possible outcome ~ma.

You know we would all have to go to the taping to see Jilli with Ellen.

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tommyrot - Apr 23, 2009 12:08:35 pm PDT #7649 of 30000
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

Ellen dances with everyone, right?

Also, I'm sure that Ellen would love to correct people's mistaken impression that Goths are scary, and who better to help do that than Jilli?


Vortex - Apr 23, 2009 12:14:20 pm PDT #7650 of 30000
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman

She even has an audition video already, that interview that she did with the folks at Microsoft. I love the way that she's just bouncing on the ball the whole time.


Atropa - Apr 23, 2009 12:27:31 pm PDT #7651 of 30000
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.

Hee! When my brain stops spinning (and I stop gritting my teeth over one of my writers at work), I may mention this stuff to my publicity munchkin.


Vortex - Apr 23, 2009 12:31:00 pm PDT #7652 of 30000
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman

pray for patience for me. Mom wants to do an evite and she doesn't know how. She won't even try to do it on her own. If I tell her "it's pretty self explanatory, why don't you try it and let me know if you have a problem", she accuses me of not wanting to help her. Instead, she wants me to walk her through it. And of course, she won't call my brother who did phone support for a living because "he's so busy because he has a family"


Scrappy - Apr 23, 2009 12:57:05 pm PDT #7653 of 30000
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.

I just had to tell my mom that I was NOT sharing a hotel room with her when we go to Chicago for my uncle's funeral this weekend. She was bummed and I felt like the world's worst daughter because she was incredibly close to my uncle and is hurting a lot. but the woman gets up at 5:00am East Coast time. She couldn't understand why I wouldn't want to share with her but I pointed out that I was going to be just down the hall. Families--what ya gonna do?


Toddson - Apr 23, 2009 1:00:21 pm PDT #7654 of 30000
Friends don't let friends read "Atlas Shrugged"

Scrappy, you're going to get your own room. You might be extra-nice to your mother when you're with her, but you have your own room.

If necessary lie - say you snore. Or say you tend to stay up late reading or watching TV and don't want to disturb her. Or you just HAVE to have your own bathroom.


Barb - Apr 23, 2009 1:00:32 pm PDT #7655 of 30000
“Not dead yet!”

My mother is having fits because her house is having structural issues and she may have to vacate for up to four months. She seems to think she can still live in the freakin' house while they tear off the roof, reinforce it and build a new one.

Uh... NO. Even though the insurance is going to pay for a condo or house for her to rent, none of the suggested dwellings they sent her to check out are good enough. They're too far from her house or the neighborhood sucks or SOMETHING.

ARUGH.

At least I'm not down there. I know that makes me a bad daughter, but seriously... I have no tolerance for that nonsense.