Yep. It's a honkin' tricky bugger of a disease, not predictable at all.
But there are, quite seriously, worse things you can have.
Cordelia: I get it now. You're all spies. Probably all Russian. And you've brainwashed me, and want me to believe we're friends so I'll spill the beans about some nano-technology thingy that you want. Gunn: So I look Russian to you? Cordelia: Black Russian. Angel: That's a drink.
'Hell Bound'
The Great Write Way, Chapter Two: Twice upon a time...
A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.
deborah grabien - Apr 26, 2006 8:19:35 pm PDT #6527 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Strix - Apr 26, 2006 8:26:50 pm PDT #6528 of 10001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
I don't know anyone close to me -- really, anyone that I know of -- with MS, so as awful as it sounds, you have really educated me on what a fucking suckfest it is, and how hard it is to live with.
And you turn it into inspiration. That's amazing to me.
Ok, cue the "You are the Wind Beneath My Wings." I suck at communicating admiration tempered with a healthy lack of gooshing.
Aims - Apr 26, 2006 8:31:12 pm PDT #6529 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Drabble 107
You Only Hurt the One You Love
They found over a hundred pictures in the wallet. From a grinning and toothless child to Homecoming Queen to as recent as this morning. She was never too far from him. She had to be. She was what made sense. She was what grounded him. She was the only link to reality that was felt anymore. There was no driver’s license, social security card, or any official document linking this wallet to the body it was found on. Just these pictures. They all said, “Lisa loves me.”
They found it in his hands. He held it there while he strangled her.
Strix - Apr 26, 2006 8:32:10 pm PDT #6530 of 10001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
ooh, Aims, v.v.nice. In that great so-wrong way!
Aims - Apr 26, 2006 8:32:39 pm PDT #6531 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Thanks, Erin.
sj - Apr 26, 2006 8:33:32 pm PDT #6532 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
That's damn good, Aimee.
Aims - Apr 26, 2006 8:34:25 pm PDT #6533 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Thanks, sj.
It just popped in there.
"What just popped in there, Ray?"
Aims - Apr 26, 2006 8:49:44 pm PDT #6534 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Who The Hell?
Digging through “The Bag”, I pull out a very strange assortment of items. I remove it all and set it on the table. What I’m looking for has to be in here. A bottle of sunscreen for the baby. The registration for the other car. The flotsam and jetsam of being a working adult: Pens, paperclips, those binder clip things. My actual purse is buried somewhere in here. Medical cards. Plastic refrigerator letters. A grape that is more than halfway to being a raisin.
I look at everything out in the open, searching for what I’m looking for.
I’m not there.
deborah grabien - Apr 26, 2006 10:24:17 pm PDT #6535 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Aimee just hit stride. Heh. Go, Empress!
edit: "NO ONE steps on a drabble in my town!" (GB Moment)
Volans - Apr 27, 2006 2:12:12 am PDT #6536 of 10001
move out and draw fire
Aimee, your first one's scary, but your second may be scarier. Nice job!