Liv!!! What a gorgeous baby. Such a happy family, Cashmere.
Buffista sprog good.
Mal: So we run. Nandi: I understand, Captain Reynolds. You have your people to think of, same as me. And this ain't your fight. Mal: Don't believe you do understand, Nandi. I said 'we run'. We.
'Heart Of Gold'
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.
Cass - Feb 05, 2006 6:15:28 pm PST #7757 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.
Gudanov - Feb 05, 2006 6:24:07 pm PST #7758 of 10001
Coding and Sleeping
(((Trudy))) So sorry about your losses. Much strength for a difficult time.
Cass - Feb 05, 2006 6:26:03 pm PST #7759 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.
Gud, how are you doing?
Gudanov - Feb 05, 2006 6:26:42 pm PST #7760 of 10001
Coding and Sleeping
I am not having the best of weekends, but I could be doing worse.
Cass - Feb 05, 2006 6:36:50 pm PST #7761 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.
I am sorry. I wish there was something magic I could say or wish or do that would bring you joy. Or peace. Or just a good weekend.
Gudanov - Feb 05, 2006 6:40:35 pm PST #7762 of 10001
Coding and Sleeping
Thanks for the good wishes, that brings me some warmth.
DebetEsse - Feb 05, 2006 6:44:58 pm PST #7763 of 10001
Woe to the fucking wicked.
If more will help, Gud, you've got them.
DCJensen - Feb 05, 2006 6:49:01 pm PST #7764 of 10001
All is well that ends in pizza.
Puppykats... [link]
Gudanov - Feb 05, 2006 6:49:53 pm PST #7765 of 10001
Coding and Sleeping
Thanks,
Gotta go now. Stuff to do and all that.
ChiKat - Feb 05, 2006 6:51:01 pm PST #7766 of 10001
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
{{Gud}}
So, here it is 10:45 on a Sunday night and I'm at work. I've worked about 20 hours this weekend on a project that is due 2/17. I still have a shitload to do on it, but I think/hope I can make the deadline.
Then, around 8 tonight, the owner emails me "edits" for another project that's due 2/14. In the world where edits=complete rewrite=at least 25 hours worth of work.
I feel like I need to curl up and cry.