You two carried me through that war. Now I need you to carry me just a little bit further. If you can.

Tracy ,'The Message'


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.


SailAweigh - Jan 21, 2006 3:53:49 pm PST #5585 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb

Sorry to hear that, SA. Lo siento mucho.


esse - Jan 21, 2006 4:08:34 pm PST #5586 of 10001
S to the A -- using they/them pronouns!

Yeah, yo tambien.

Still, life doesn't suck. At least not as much as it potentially could.


DCJensen - Jan 21, 2006 5:29:32 pm PST #5587 of 10001
All is well that ends in pizza.

DCJ, that link gave me:

Sorry, database temporarily unavailable. Please see [link] for status updates on LiveJournal.

Weird, it works for me, and is not friendslocked.

Which is kinda funny.

ETA; I agree.


DCJensen - Jan 21, 2006 5:31:21 pm PST #5588 of 10001
All is well that ends in pizza.

Windsparrow's birthday tomorrow (1/22). Pass it on.


Cass - Jan 21, 2006 5:59:22 pm PST #5589 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.

You will be in my thoughts.
Thank you Laura. I have really leaned on the friendship and shoulders that Buffistas have freely given during this time and it has been such a comfort to me. My appreciation just doesn't have words.

It was a beautiful memorial today. So many people from so many parts of all of our lives.

I even got over my "worlds colliding" issues and once I had spoken about grandma (only forgetting maybe half of what I meant to say), I sat on the ground and just collapsed before a love seat with my head laying on some knees belonging to Erin, 3.0 and Stef. At least one of them was patting my hair and I just slumped and cried quietly for a while. Pamela was just behind me and has been the lovliest person tonight.

The story I told about grandma was about a night I made her shrimp scampi and she beat a bottle of wine into submission. So tonight I made shrimp scampi again. For her. And for me.

I think I need a hot bath. And either a long crying session or to just get over all of this.


Aims - Jan 21, 2006 6:07:08 pm PST #5590 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.

To: Whomever sent the snotmonster to our house
From: The Miracleborns
Re: Said Snotmonster

Ha ha. 2 sick adults and a sick baby. So very funny.

Fucker.

Ta, ever so.

Aimee


Aims - Jan 21, 2006 6:07:39 pm PST #5591 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.

{{{{{{{{{{{{Cass}}}}}}}}}}}}


beekaytee - Jan 21, 2006 6:10:18 pm PST #5592 of 10001
Compassionately intolerant

Ah, bless you Cass. What a painfully beautiful day. I love the scampi idea. Transition objects are so, so important.

Weirdly enough, my best friend Liz, who died on Pan Am 103 was a stage manager who always wanted me to sing Suddenly Seymour from Little Shop of Horrors. It's ridiculous how that song comforts me in times of trouble.

How fantastic that you had good people around you today. A womb-like bath is a great idea.

Many virtual-stranger-generated hugs.


Trudy Booth - Jan 21, 2006 6:17:09 pm PST #5593 of 10001
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

t sunggles cass

t does NOT snuggle Miracleborns, but expresses due sympathy from afar


Cass - Jan 21, 2006 6:17:48 pm PST #5594 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.

Thanks Aim. I am collapsing into tears a lot but I am also feeling more loved than I ought or even deserve.

Today was lovely actually. It hurts that she is gone but I also know she had a wonderful life and didn't suffer for long.

I have a bath half drawn and am planning on drowning a few of my sorrows in fragrant hot water, candlelight and songs on my iPod.