Mal: Then I call it a win. What's the problem? Inara: Should I start with the part where you're stranded in the middle of nowhere, or the part where you have no clothes?

'Trash'


Spike's Bitches 22: You've got Angel breath  

[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.


Aims - Mar 16, 2005 2:19:05 pm PST #7046 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.

I need a really kick ass girl mix CD. Hole, Dixie Chicks, Melissa Ethridge. A bunch of, upbeat, fast driving, take no shit songs.


erikaj - Mar 16, 2005 2:25:08 pm PST #7047 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!

Sounds like a plan, Aimee.


Connie Neil - Mar 16, 2005 2:26:38 pm PST #7048 of 10001
brillig

This needs to be purchased for Emeline or any other properly sized Buffista bambino.

[link]


Aims - Mar 16, 2005 2:28:53 pm PST #7049 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.

Ok, she needs the Princess Leia one.


askye - Mar 16, 2005 2:31:43 pm PST #7050 of 10001
Thrive to spite them

Thanks for all the ~ma.

I found out that my grandma and Uncle did call me but got my work voice mail and decided not to leave a message, they didn't want to freak me out, so I had to hear hours later.

This morning after working out Dad had pains in his back, shortness of breath, upset stomach feeling, and then after calling work his chest started working so he called 911. They rushed him to the ER and from there to OR---from the time he got to the hospital to the end of the surgery was 45 mins.

The nurse I talked to said if Dad hadn't called 911 when he did the damage would have been much worse, and , of course, he could have died.

Dad's part of some kind of trial now and has this stent that's been coated with medication. He'll go in every 3 months for the next 15 months to get updates.

He'll have to start eating right (well, actually eating woudl be a good start) and take it easy for awhile but he can get back to his regular life.

I'm just so glad he called 911 when he did.


StuntHusband - Mar 16, 2005 2:36:36 pm PST #7051 of 10001
Electromagnetic candy! - Stark

Lots of anti-heart-ick ~ma for you and yours, askye. Just went through a bunch of this with Alfredo's dad (long distance! In the Canaries! Then in Madrid! eek) - being That Age, all of one's elders are That Age, too. :-/

Mucho ~ma for a speedy, error-free recovery (rather like a hard-drive crash and recovery, no?)

alex who retreats into glib silliness during Emotion(TM) in a usually-vain attempt to defuse the...yeah. That.


vw bug - Mar 16, 2005 3:03:56 pm PST #7052 of 10001
Mostly lurking...

Oh, Susan, I'm so sorry. Hugs and prayers going out to your whole family.


Lyra Jane - Mar 16, 2005 3:34:38 pm PST #7053 of 10001
Up with the sun

(((Susan, Askye))). Best wishes to both your dads.

I'm in the "Goth!Teppy is sexy" camp. As for me, I'm not sure if I so much look bad in gothy stuff, but -- like punk stuff -- it makes me feel like I'm trying too hard. So I stick with boring clothes.


Steph L. - Mar 16, 2005 4:21:53 pm PST #7054 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism

Dad's part of some kind of trial now and has this stent that's been coated with medication. He'll go in every 3 months for the next 15 months to get updates.

It's probably a heparin- or Plavix-coated stent, which is cool, because it helps prevent the formation of blood clots.

Ali, if you have any questions about the parental cardiac roller-coaster, or just want to vent/freak out, feel free to e-mail me, okay?

As for me, I'm not sure if I so much look bad in gothy stuff, but -- like punk stuff -- it makes me feel like I'm trying too hard. So I stick with boring clothes.

That's it! I couldn't express it right, but that's exactly it -- I feel like I'm trying too hard to be something I'm not and that it must be glaringly obvious that I'm a big faker.


DavidS - Mar 16, 2005 4:26:44 pm PST #7055 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."

I feel like I'm trying too hard to be something I'm not and that it must be glaringly obvious that I'm a big faker.

It's all about posing, darling. Everybody's in some kind of drag (as the drag queens like to point out.)