Junk Drawer Challenge

Title: Healing
Rating : R
Pairing : Spike/Angel
Time: Post The Gift
Feedback: Send to AWKimball@aol.com
Notes : Written for sallyanne’s Fanfic Junk Drawer Challenge, for girlwithjournal, who said it "must include a lot of Christ imagery for Spike, and Angel giving a blow job."
And sallyanne is a beta goddess and should be worshipped (or maybe just 'shipped) accordingly.
Words: 1690
Disclaimers: Wouldn't it be nice if they were mine. Then I could make them do whatever I wanted. *goes to happy place*
Yeah. Joss. ME. Fox. Those guys. I'm just playing.

( Healing )

*dons pimpin' hat (it has a feather)*

SQUEEEEEE!!!!

sodanyc wrote me Spuffy Schmoop! And it's wonderful! Everyone should go read it and then lavish her with praise and love and maybe feed her grapes.

Go read it! It's good for what ails ya!

Dancing in the Moonlight

Where the hell is my head? Seriously. Why am I even thinking this?

But first- I shed a small tear that someone as hot as John Stamos is resorting to pimping a 10-10 phone service. *sigh*

He is just so hot. I love you Uncle Jessie!!!

( Okay. Now onto the random thought that popped into my head for reasons unknown. I warn you, it involves the prostate and sex )

In other news, it's been three years, but it's finally happened! I got my bathroom painted. This is such an exciting thing. Really. I want everyone I have ever met to come over and see my beautiful ne bathroom. Like a tour. It'd be fabulous.

Oh Bayside! Why hast thou foresaken me?

I went out on a mission. I terribly important mission spurned on by the endless repetition of the New Tostidos Guacamole Chips commercials.

I had to have them.

Also? I had to get out of the apartment which is currently on par with an oven. Where exactly are these "thunderstorms" that are supposed to "wipe out the humidity"? Because I could use some of that right about now.

But anyway.

I went on a mission for these new guac chips, because tostido chips and guacamole blended into one snacking delight? There is no wrong there.

Unfortunately, the man wants to keep me down by not selling them at the bodega on the corner nor at the Seven-Eleven. Though I did find Snyder's of Hanover Honey Mustard and Onion pretzel pieces, so all was not lost.

Grr. I need a life. And a manicure. And shoes.

Luckily, I can get two of the three tomorrow.