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Spike's Bitches 27: I'm Embarrassed for Our Kind.  

[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.


libkitty - Nov 04, 2005 11:54:21 am PST #2794 of 10003
Embrace the idea that we are the leaders we've been looking for. Grace Lee Boggs

Eye problems and migraines. These are bad. No more, people!

I hereby declare that all Bitches' eye problems and migraines must go away. And the flu. And colds, too, while I'm at it.


libkitty - Nov 04, 2005 11:54:59 am PST #2795 of 10003
Embrace the idea that we are the leaders we've been looking for. Grace Lee Boggs

It makes me scared for what is going to happen next. I've had too much of the good day crack recently. The other shoe is bound to fall.

It already fell for the last however many months. You're golden.


juliana - Nov 04, 2005 11:55:02 am PST #2796 of 10003
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…

YAY MG!!

Hi! I just had a full-scale meltdown at the doctor's, whee!!

Okay, it's in pursuit of a good thing, but still. I went in to talk about 1) my cough, 2) a scrip for Ativan, and 3) neuro testing because there is still fallout from the accident. When we got to 3) and I told her that my psych is worried that somehting slipped through the cracks and that I'm still getting the icepick stabby feeling in my right temple, she looked worried and not only said I needed to get the neuro ASAP, but that I probably also need an MRI. Which then prompted the meltdown, because I am so fucking scared and worried and stressed and angry about the ramifications from this accident.

Luckily my doc is very sweet and warm and she let me blubber and spoke in calming tones, but man, that was intense.

Anyway. No punctuation needed, but booze gratefully accepted. (Oooh, what *is* the Ativan/booze combo like?)


libkitty - Nov 04, 2005 11:57:08 am PST #2797 of 10003
Embrace the idea that we are the leaders we've been looking for. Grace Lee Boggs

Try not to worry too much about the MRI. They're really not too bad. Although, if you can get it done with an open MRI as opposed to the standard kind, that's much more comfortable, especially if you're claustrophobic at all.

The commas, they are all mine!


Nicole - Nov 04, 2005 11:57:20 am PST #2798 of 10003
I'm getting the pig!

Suzi, you've had more than your share of the bad. This is just a great big backlog of good that's been held up by customs, or some such.


Steph L. - Nov 04, 2005 11:58:23 am PST #2799 of 10003
I look more rad than Lutheranism

(Oooh, what *is* the Ativan/booze combo like?)

It's sweeeeet, maaaaannnnnnn....

(Yes, I've done it. It's not actually recommended by healthcare professionals, and therefore I will not recommend it. However, it's Mellow City.)


juliana - Nov 04, 2005 12:00:16 pm PST #2800 of 10003
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…

Oh, I'm notsomuch worried about the MRI, it's the fact that I need one, one year after the face-smashy. But thank you.

However, it's Mellow City.

But is it as nice as Le Isle du Percocet?


Betsy HP - Nov 04, 2005 12:07:30 pm PST #2801 of 10003
If I only had a brain...

Don't worry too much about the MRI; I eventually had one just to rule out anything serious being wrong. If you have a lot of headaches, they want an MRI to make abolutely sure there's nothing funny happening in your soft tissues. The odds are they won't see a thing but brain.


Amy - Nov 04, 2005 12:07:40 pm PST #2802 of 10003
Because books.

Maidengurl, boo on the cold but yay! on the job front!

No punctuation needed, but booze gratefully accepted.

Wish I could slide you a drink, sweetie. And boy do I hear you on Le Isle du Percocet. That's a nice place to visit.


tommyrot - Nov 04, 2005 12:09:23 pm PST #2803 of 10003
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

The odds are they won't see a thing but brain.

Plus the occasional penny shoved up the nose as a child.