Oh, Gud, dump away. As tough as things are, I'm impressed by your ability to hold back.
Gunn: The final score can't be rigged. I don't care how many players you grease, that last shot always comes up a question mark. But here's the thing. You never know when you're taking it. It could be when you're duking it out with the Legion of Doom, or just crossing the street deciding where to have brunch. So you just treat it like it was up to you—the world in balance—'cause you never know when it is.
'Underneath'
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.
Deena - Oct 27, 2005 6:40:36 am PDT #890 of 10003
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara
sj - Oct 27, 2005 6:45:52 am PDT #891 of 10003
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Gud, dump as much as you need to.
Susan W. - Oct 27, 2005 6:47:16 am PDT #892 of 10003
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights
Dump away, Gud. We've got your back.
Glamcookie - Oct 27, 2005 6:48:24 am PDT #893 of 10003
I know my own heart and understand my fellow man. But I am made unlike anyone I have ever met. I dare to say I am like no one in the whole world. - Anne Lister
{{{Gud}}}
Gudanov - Oct 27, 2005 6:49:05 am PDT #894 of 10003
Coding and Sleeping
Ah, thanks all. It's just a really hard time right now. I think I'll probably bring some flowers home tonight and try to somehow make things better, but I'm just getting really tired of living like this.
Beverly - Oct 27, 2005 6:49:31 am PDT #895 of 10003
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Joining the chorus of Gud, man, you're pretty much a rock in the rest of your life. This is the one place you don't have to be.
A friend woke up one morning to find the three-year-old's bed empty, the back door (and the fridge door?!?!?) standing open. The kid was in the back yard, putting the eggs in holes he'd dug. "Mama! We're gonna grow chickens!"
Glamcookie - Oct 27, 2005 6:54:09 am PDT #896 of 10003
I know my own heart and understand my fellow man. But I am made unlike anyone I have ever met. I dare to say I am like no one in the whole world. - Anne Lister
BWAH!
So, which one should I do now? Take my online mid-term or take my third practice GRE? Help mama.
Trudy Booth - Oct 27, 2005 6:57:19 am PDT #897 of 10003
Greece's financial crisis threatens to take down all of Western civilization - a civilization they themselves founded. A rather tragic irony - which is something they also invented. - Jon Stewart
Ah, thanks all. It's just a really hard time right now. I think I'll probably bring some flowers home tonight and try to somehow make things better, but I'm just getting really tired of living like this.
I'm touched that your response is to be even more kind. Even if it doesn't work its good for your soul to be a good man. (I don't mean that in a 'going to heaven' way, I mean that in a 'walking around in your skin looking yourself in the mirror' way.)
Aims - Oct 27, 2005 6:59:49 am PDT #898 of 10003
Shit's all sorts of different now.
{{{{}}}} GUD!! Dump away or not. We love you.
Beverly, yes, I cut my hair. In the owrds of most 2 yearolds, "ALL GONE!"
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Beverly - Oct 27, 2005 7:04:55 am PDT #899 of 10003
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Aimee, it doesn't look that much shorter than when I saw you in SF last month. It wasn't actually long, then.
I was going to mention that all my kids did when they were three (okay, one was 2-and-a-half and one was 3-and-a-half--split the difference) was do a Mission Impossible climb over the baby gate, made possible by using a step-stool and then lifting the step-stool over the gate so they could use it to climb up on the kitchen counter, and then lift it up onto the counter to reach the tippy-top shelf of the tippy-top cabinet where the baby aspirin were stored, and sharing the bottle between them.