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Spike's Bitches 25 to Life  

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Fay - Jul 31, 2005 11:33:48 am PDT #4029 of 10001
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.

What Meara said.


askye - Jul 31, 2005 11:33:59 am PDT #4030 of 10001
Thrive to spite them

I vote Teppy go and get something to eat!

((Teppy))) I'm wishing much heart~ma to your Dad.


Steph L. - Jul 31, 2005 11:57:01 am PDT #4031 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism

Sorry to whine so much, people. I snarfed a muffin in addition to the glue sandwich, and now I'm back in Dad's ER room. Still waiting on the test results. He told me that he has enough money to take a taxi home and that I should go home.

Yeah, because *that* will win me Daughter of the Year.

God, it's 5:00. This sucks.

Sorry to whine.


erikaj - Jul 31, 2005 12:00:47 pm PDT #4032 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!

It's okay, Teppy. I once lost my shit so hard in a hospital, they got the chaplain. My being enraged was a big surprise for Father O'Rourke.


Nicole - Jul 31, 2005 12:50:24 pm PDT #4033 of 10001
I'm getting the pig!

Tep, please don't apologize. You're under a lot of stress and hospitals are just not easy unless you're there for a birth of a child. Vent as much as you need to.

Oh, and that Daughter of The Year award doesn't even exist. Let it go.


Steph L. - Jul 31, 2005 12:58:11 pm PDT #4034 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism

Tep, please don't apologize.

No, you guys don't need me to whine. It's not fair, and by now it has doubtless gotten old. It's not your (anyone's; the plural "you") responsibility to make me feel better just because I suck at actually having any kind of meatspace support system. I deserve everything that happens to me, you know?


Nicole - Jul 31, 2005 1:01:07 pm PDT #4035 of 10001
I'm getting the pig!

I think they spiked your tuna sandwich because that's just craxy talk. Don't forget, I have your cell number and since you can't answer your phone in the ER, I'll be forced to leave a very long, very ranty, and sometimes very schmoopy message about how strong and supportive and CRAXY you are.

DON'T THINK I WON'T!!!


Cass - Jul 31, 2005 1:02:16 pm PDT #4036 of 10001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.

I just realized there was another window that I could open up in my office (at home). I think it just dropped five degrees and there is a lovely cross breeze. Why is the wind coming from the northishness?

I am geeking out watching the same thing on tv and, from two different angles, on the interbunny.


Cass - Jul 31, 2005 1:05:57 pm PDT #4037 of 10001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.

No, you guys don't need me to whine. It's not fair, and by now it has doubtless gotten old. It's not your (anyone's; the plural "you") responsibility to make me feel better just because I suck at actually having any kind of meatspace support system. I deserve everything that happens to me, you know?
You know, you're kinda wrong in this. Pretty much all of it. Because, if you are right, then I am a far worse offender than you in the past year and I haven't been shunned yet.

Your dad is in the hospital with possible heart problems after a rather storied history of heart issues, whine.


SailAweigh - Jul 31, 2005 1:06:17 pm PDT #4038 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb

Cass, because it's the Santa Ana and it sucks.

Tep, you are well within your rights to breakdown anywhere you damn well please in this type of situation, especially here. Where we can help you. Where we can listen to you and comfort you, because you need it and you fucking well deserve it! And screw the best daughter of the year award. Ain't no such thing.