It let me in with out registering ... I clicked on the 2 instead of the more if that helps. a good story.
And I wonder, what possible catastrophe came crashing down from heaven and brought this dashing stranger to tears?
Drusilla ,'Conversations with Dead People'
Spike's Bitches 21 Gunn Salute
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
beth b - Dec 30, 2004 9:42:44 pm PST #318 of 10002
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
juliana - Dec 31, 2004 4:24:26 am PST #319 of 10002
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
Timelies. Dan, I saw that, too. Poor guy. At least it's got a good ending.
billytea - Dec 31, 2004 4:41:19 am PST #320 of 10002
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
Death is the lowliest thief, taking away that which is most precious, and no matter how much time we have with those we love, it can't approach enough time. But don't feel bad for feeling guilty, either.
Oh, I don't feel guilty. Just cheated, so to speak. It's true, any time would have been too soon, but I knew her time was short, and I was prepared for that. But I wanted just one more opportunity to really spend some time with her. I was denied that when I came through Canberra at the start of the month, and this trip was to be it.
Deena - Dec 31, 2004 5:11:49 am PST #321 of 10002
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara
{{{BT}} I wish I could give you a hug, or take you out for ice cream, or something.
Bil, you're not on the edge. You just don't have as much time as once you did to make merry with us all.
What Plei said. I'm sorry Bil.
Timelies all. The bedrooms are all clean. Today is the living room and dining room's turn. I sat in my rocking chair in my bedroom last night and practiced my knitting and watched my Buffy tapes Elena sent me. It was like being with Elena and Anne, except for the part where they weren't actually there. I also had, in a 3" by 10" section of knitting, a section about 3" by 6" that actually looked good, even stitches, all smooth. It made me very happy. Then I dropped a stitch and unraveled it. Today I'm going to try to actually get somewhere with it. Kara is demanding a scarf.
sj, the boy sounds smitten. Go you!
Topic!Cindy - Dec 31, 2004 5:50:55 am PST #322 of 10002
What is even happening?
Oh, I don't feel guilty. Just cheated, so to speak. It's true, any time would have been too soon, but I knew her time was short, and I was prepared for that. But I wanted just one more opportunity to really spend some time with her. I was denied that when I came through Canberra at the start of the month, and this trip was to be it.I am so, so sorry. It is a horrible cheat. How are your father and siblings?
Zenkitty - Dec 31, 2004 6:11:00 am PST #323 of 10002
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
So sorry, billytea! It's always sudden.
DCJensen - Dec 31, 2004 7:05:18 am PST #324 of 10002
All is well that ends in pizza.
Wrong train leads to Mankato, MN... [link] (35 miles from me)
Hey Dan, got a login for that site?
I just set one up. try
L: Buffista
P: Foamy1
SailAweigh - Dec 31, 2004 7:15:06 am PST #325 of 10002
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
Thanks, Daniel. It was nice to be able to read...the rest of the story. I'm glad the poor guy was able to get home! What a bummer to end up so far from where you planned and under such conditions. Thank heavens for the Salvation Army and the people who wanted to help instead of punish.
DCJensen - Dec 31, 2004 7:34:21 am PST #326 of 10002
All is well that ends in pizza.
Thank heavens for the Salvation Army and the people who wanted to help instead of punish.
That Salvation Army is the one I visited in my ill-conceived journey to Mankato after being discharged from the hospital last February. Only time my glucose ever dropped into the 50's. Oops.
sj - Dec 31, 2004 8:00:22 am PST #327 of 10002
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
I called the boy and told him that he should stay away from me tonight since I am still running a fever and am not fit for company. He was dissapointed, but he sent me the sweetest e-card.