Oh, dear. What are these parents thinking?! Poor kids!
This is my boat. They're part of my crew. No one's getting left. Best you get used to that.
Mal ,'Ariel'
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.
vw bug - Sep 26, 2005 9:42:11 am PDT #5110 of 10001
Mostly lurking...
erikaj - Sep 26, 2005 9:42:29 am PDT #5111 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
No,but not to fear, JZ. It could yet be worse...there was a stick-up boy in West Baltimore named OmarSomething, but he went out without a jacket one day and was Snot Boogie, or just Snot for his whole pathetic life. Also unhappy today...my mother went home from work with Heinous Death Spore that her boss had been out for two days with...we really didn't need this. Also, know more about crutches than any human ought, but enough to frell my murder. Stupid modern lightweight titanium!
Steph L. - Sep 26, 2005 9:42:36 am PDT #5112 of 10001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
I'm exhausted. There's no point in going into the long rant that describes how I ended up exhausted, but it involves insomnia, Ambien, what I suspect is a change in my body's ability to metabolize Ambien, and a Dad who can't stay out of the fucking hospital for 3 days.
I know, I know, I know -- as much as I hate him being in the hospital, he hates it more, and I keep trying to keep that foremost in my mind -- at least I'm kicking around, doing my thing, not in a hospital bed with a camera up my femoral artery, wondering if this is the Big One.
I get that. I do. I totally do.
But I am so so so SO fucking tired of my Dad going in the hospital and not getting fixed because this isn't something that *can* be fixed, the way you set a broken bone or take antibiotics for bronchitis.
I can't do anything to fix him, and I hate hate HATE seeing him in a hospital bed with a gazillion tubes sticking out of his arms like he's some kind of *invalid,* which I guess he is, but he's *not,* damn it.
And there's nothing I can do, except worry, and I am so so SO exhausted.
Cashmere - Sep 26, 2005 9:43:33 am PDT #5113 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.
{{{Steph}}}
vw bug - Sep 26, 2005 9:43:37 am PDT #5114 of 10001
Mostly lurking...
{{{Steph}}}
juliana - Sep 26, 2005 9:44:49 am PDT #5115 of 10001
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
{{{{Steph}}}}
Poor thing. I'm sorry your dad's back in.
Amy - Sep 26, 2005 9:46:51 am PDT #5116 of 10001
Because books.
{{{{Steph}}}}
amych - Sep 26, 2005 9:46:59 am PDT #5117 of 10001
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
Oh, {{{{{Tep}}}}}. All the strength in the world.
JZ - Sep 26, 2005 9:47:04 am PDT #5118 of 10001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
Oh, Tep. Caring for and worrying about him has really put you through the wringer over the last much-too-long. It's so frustrating and scary to see a parent's frailty.
Fred Pete - Sep 26, 2005 9:50:53 am PDT #5119 of 10001
Ann, that's a ferret.
((((Steph))))
And JZ, you may want to avoid the movie Summer of '42 (which I saw over the weekend). Featuring an actress named Christopher Norris.