Awwww...thanks, Andi!
I wish I could show you all this dress...and the Christmas outfit. They're wonderful. I guess I'll just have to take pictures and share later.
Yeah... That went well.
Mal ,'Trash'
Spike's Bitches 28: For the Safety of Puppies...and Christmas!
[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 - Dec 18, 2005 4:31:38 pm PST #506 of 10001
Mostly lurking...
Lee - Dec 18, 2005 4:47:47 pm PST #507 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
It's fun seeing ita yell at someone else about health things.
WindSparrow - Dec 18, 2005 4:56:51 pm PST #508 of 10001
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
Daniel is putting together a bed frame. I was supposed to be helping, but I'm too tired to actually in fact be helpful. He has assigned me the important task of lying down on the sofa. Thbbbpt. I ain't even doing that.
§ ita § - Dec 18, 2005 5:14:54 pm PST #509 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
It's fun seeing ita yell at someone else about health things.
OMG, that's totally my schtick. I yell at Colin, I yell at kravvers, I yell at the people working with the kravvers in question and threaten their lives, I yell at my parents, I @@ at my sister...
It's an outlet. I need outlets.
Queerly, I'm not getting yelled at (well, my father tried it once, and I calmly informed him that his actual yelling was bringing on more symptoms than what he was trying to get me to avoid), but I'm getting looked at plaintively.
I know why people are doing it, and I really appreciate the concern, but it leaves me with nothing to say, and no way to act even slightly normal.
Lee - Dec 18, 2005 5:18:57 pm PST #510 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
msbelle and I yelled at you (nicely, of course).
eta: I remember the looks. They suck.
§ ita § - Dec 18, 2005 5:26:11 pm PST #511 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Big killer dudes getting their papa bear on. Freakish and odd, although totally understandable. It's just not supposed to be aimed at me, dammit.
meara - Dec 18, 2005 5:26:17 pm PST #512 of 10001
but I'm getting looked at plaintively.
Heh. Yeah, not sure how one would be supposed to react to that. On the other hand, I can't say I don't understand the desire to look at you plaintively!
Yay for good roommates.
Gris - Dec 18, 2005 6:37:53 pm PST #513 of 10001
Hey. New board.
I have an exam tomorrow in my hard class. Starts in 9 hours, 23 minutes. I... am not sure if I actually know enough to do well, but I'm done studying.
Wish me luck!
Cass - Dec 18, 2005 6:50:33 pm PST #514 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.
Andi, Daniel is quite the catch. As are you. And you are just so adorable together.
nutmeg doesn't look like it will go ashy -- most of the natural instinct colors I have tried are bright than the box, if that helps.Yeah, it helps. I've had their reds and purples go even brighter than I have expected so while I might be wary, I realize it's pretty unwarranted.
I didn't do the hair tonight though cause my mom showed up and distracted me by demanding dinner and generally cheering me up.
I may go whine and try to get her to rub my neck and see if I can slay the nightly headache demon tonight. It's frankly not amusing at all.
~ma of the exam sort, Gris.
WindSparrow - Dec 18, 2005 7:55:14 pm PST #515 of 10001
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
Andi, Daniel is quite the catch. As are you. And you are just so adorable together.
We live to make you go, "Aww". Also, hope you escape the nightly headache thing.
I am sipping what was meant to be hot lemonade with honey to relieve cold symptoms. As it happens we do not have lemon juice in the house. Did find some lime juice, so I figured I should see how well it stands in for the lemon. Not too bad. Then I found a lone herbal tea bag with rose hips and lemon grass. So that's steeping in the hot limeade with honey. So far it tastes ok. Daniel felt my forehead a while ago and suggested that the troubles I was having in constructing a Christmas stocking by hand (it was bunching and puckering) were due to fever.
I don't know what became of my digital thermometer. Lost it a couple years ago, and I expected to find it while packing and cleaning during the move. No sign of it. I haven't asked Daniel, but I'd guess either bachelor-like he has no thermometer or thrifty-like he has a glass mercury thermometer of the sort that I can only read on the third tuesday of months in which both Venus and Mercury are retrograde during a new moon at low tide, and I have new glasses.