Harmony ,'Conviction (1)'
[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.
I know that's super-duper small potatoes compared to Mr. Connie, but I *do* get it, in my way.
If anyone knows, you do, love. We're waiting to see if shaving will take care of the current blown disc or if it's another plate. It's getting so I should recycle him when his time comes instead of burying all that expensive hardware he's toting around.
The hell? Who does he think he is, Buffy ?
t hug. Oh, heck, and a smooch too
If anyone knows, you do, love. We're waiting to see if shaving will take care of the current blown disc or if it's another plate.
It's amazing how much abuse the spine can take. Fucking amazing.
<hug. Oh, heck, and a smooch too>
Aw. Thanks. But no, seriously, he's died THREE OR FOUR TIMES? And it never takes? Have you told him that's not healthy? And makes him a character on Lost ?
he's died THREE OR FOUR TIMES? And it never takes? Have you told him that's not healthy? And makes him a character on Lost ?
Well, there are differing definitions on how dead he was. He's been resuscitated on operating tables (a couple of times), on speeding fire trucks (once), and one other time, I think, though he always thinks he's told me and I learn these things when he's talking to other people.
Yes, it's going to take multiple applications of lead pipes and God yelling "And stay down!" before he gets the message.
But no, seriously, he's died THREE OR FOUR TIMES? And it never takes? Have you told him that's not healthy?
You're making it sound like he should stay dead...
Hmph. I am not on Commune's IMDB page. I should rectify this.
If I get rid of them, I'm admitting that I'll never fit into them again.
I have successfully gotten rid of most of my clothes that I will never fit into again. The few sticky ones are the pieces that I wore and LOVED, and are now tragically out of style, and if I get rid of them, they'll be nigh well irreplaceable unless I buy them back for myself on eBay. So I have to keep them, just in case.
Of course, right now, I'm thinking of selling ALL of my never-gonna-fit eveningware to raise money for my corset. Which I NEED.
You're making it sound like he should stay dead...
There are those schools of thought that say it would save him (and me) some grief. The thought doesn't bother me anymore.
I should do these rants more often. I feel saner than I have in weeks.
If I get rid of them, I'm admitting that I'll never fit into them again.
Once again, Teppy is me. It doesn't help that I have the world's smallest closets. Other people dream of homes with whirlpool tubs and built-in appliances. I dream of walk-in closets.
Getting rid of clutter is really hard. You're not only getting rid of an object; you're getting rid of all the plans you had when you got that object, whether it's a computer or a ball of yarn.
But no, seriously, he's died THREE OR FOUR TIMES? And it never takes? Have you told him that's not healthy?
You're making it sound like he should stay dead...
I was going to say, it's healthier than the alternative.