Bless you, Emily, and bless your grandma.
We're deep in space, corner of No and Where.
Mal ,'Objects In Space'
Spike's Bitches 26: Damn right I'm impure!
[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.
Betsy HP - Sep 24, 2005 6:19:00 pm PDT #4873 of 10001
If I only had a brain...
brenda m - Sep 24, 2005 6:26:55 pm PDT #4874 of 10001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
Along with the insoles, Daniel removed a small toy mouse from the toe box of one boot.
Adorable.
Connie Neil - Sep 24, 2005 6:36:07 pm PDT #4875 of 10001
brillig
I have no idea what part of the heart "in the back" refers to
It is literally the back of the heart. Most of the sensors for heart tests get put on the chest, which primarily reads the front of the heart. Hubby's initial heart stress tests came back perfectly normal, then he had a heart attack, then the true expert at reading the stress tests came back and looked at his results and said, "There's trouble on the rear of his heart."
P.M. Marc - Sep 24, 2005 6:55:57 pm PDT #4876 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
Dear lord, Emily. That's awful.
I'm so sorry.
meara - Sep 24, 2005 6:59:02 pm PDT #4877 of 10001
Hmm. I went to work all day, and then hung out with my coworkers a bit. I just got home a few minutes ago, and I COULD have quickly changed, and headed out to the club in time to make the show, but. Fuck it. I would like to see people, and the possibility (albeit remote) of making out with someone is tempting, but...why can't it be happening about 12 hours from now, instead of *now*?
Emily, she went to lunch, and then suddenly was that much less well?? Good lord. Here's hoping they've underestimated her chances.
Zenkitty - Sep 24, 2005 6:59:23 pm PDT #4878 of 10001
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
So sorry, Emily! Poor grandmother.
SailAweigh - Sep 24, 2005 7:03:36 pm PDT #4879 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
{{Emily}} Good-choice~ma for your grandmother.
I have achieved Denver. Got lots of hugs and squeals at the airport. Met the darling TCG who is definitely made for Sarah, it is obvious. We are well stuffed from dinner at a 60s type diner where kids were twirling hula hoops in the aisles. I expect to be having this much, and more, fun every day.
Sean K - Sep 24, 2005 7:05:02 pm PDT #4880 of 10001
You can't leave me to my own devices; my devices are Nap and Eat. -Zenkitty
Oh, Em. Words fail.
sj - Sep 24, 2005 7:10:13 pm PDT #4881 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Jumping over 500 posts to say a quick hello from Denver. We're having a great time.
~ma and hugs to all who need them, especially to {{{Cashmere}}} and {{{Emily}}}
Steph L. - Sep 24, 2005 7:47:00 pm PDT #4882 of 10001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
Oh, Emily. Strength to your grandma, and to you and your family.
I have no idea what part of the heart "in the back" refers to
It is literally the back of the heart. Most of the sensors for heart tests get put on the chest, which primarily reads the front of the heart. Hubby's initial heart stress tests came back perfectly normal, then he had a heart attack, then the true expert at reading the stress tests came back and looked at his results and said, "There's trouble on the rear of his heart."
Huh. I had no idea. Thanks for the info, Connie.
I am filthy and nasty and sweaty and possibly smelly. Earlier tonight (8-ish) I was taking a bath (god bless LUSH and god bless my laptop, which allows me to watch Buffy DVDs while in the tub [I watched "Phases"]), when a friend called and told me a couple people were going to get burritos at this dive bar around the corner from me, and to get my ass over there.
I said no, I was tired and stressed, etc., and she said "All the more reason to have a burrito!" So I met them, and it was fun and the burrito was good (and bigger than my head, I swear to god). The cigarette smoke really irritated my eyes, though, and the bar wasn't even that smokey. Annoying.
Anyway. I'm all sweaty-nasty-filthy because, while it's only 72 degrees here, the humidity is, like, 500%, and so I am grosser than gross. I sweated all night, like some sort of great big fat man. Ick. I'm going to snuggle up to my a/c when I go to bed, which is soon.