Blackberry has no whitefont. Boy, did I just get startled.
Sparky, I hope it all turns out to be trivial.
What? I'm not allowed to hit people? Wesley: Not people capable of genocide. Angel: Those are exactly the types of people I should be allowed to hit!
'Just Rewards (2)'
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.
§ ita § - Feb 07, 2006 12:42:46 pm PST #7983 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Nicole - Feb 07, 2006 12:45:50 pm PST #7984 of 10001
I'm getting the pig!
Hooray for Jilli!!
Medical ~ma, Sparky. I hope all goes well at your appt.
It's because of situations like this that my keepers don't let me have weapons.
It sounds beyond terribly frustrating, Cindy, but I'm glad Chris doesn't have pneumonia.
Dear ass-hat co-worker: Thank you for the shitty training. Next time I'll figure it out on my own. You suck.
Betsy HP - Feb 07, 2006 12:46:07 pm PST #7985 of 10001
If I only had a brain...
I'd trust the pharmacist, Cindy. Maybe not the doctor, but the pharmacist.
Sorry, ita.
Ginger - Feb 07, 2006 1:04:31 pm PST #7986 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Yay, Evil Empire! Wait, what am I saying? Congratulations, Jilli.
I hope your appointment goes well, Sparky.
Beverly - Feb 07, 2006 1:13:18 pm PST #7987 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Sorry for the dueling instructions, Cindy. Yay, Nicole on bringing--and eating--your lunch. Gold star for you for lunch today. Today? Yesterday? My time has ceased to be linear.
So, so sorry for the wee Em's night terrors, Aimee, but Yay! for the PT job. Boo hiss on the HMO not carrying your doctors, but yay! on HMO.
I seem to remember other people needing cuddles, hairpats, and atta-Bitch-es, but my mind, she loses track. Consider yourself bonked with the wand of best wishes, no matter what your current lack or ill, and ~ma of the very best kind to you.
Jilli! Yay, employment! And woohoo bookness to Hec and Allyson!
ETA: Yes, a minor nothingness of a blemish is all wishes to Sparky.
In me-news today? I got the entry stairs to my deck welded. They are no longer alarmingly bouncy. Yay to the steadfastness of stairs.
ChiKat - Feb 07, 2006 1:20:08 pm PST #7988 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?
Yay, Jilli!! Congrats!
Laura - Feb 07, 2006 1:24:06 pm PST #7989 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.
How frustrating Cindy. That reminds me that I have a perfectly good nebulizer in the closet that I no longer need since Brendon outgrew his breathing issues. I need to find a good home for it.
Yay for gainful employment!
Yay for stairs that don't move under your feet!
Tis~nothin~ma to Sparky.
Aims - Feb 07, 2006 1:43:13 pm PST #7990 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
YAY JILLI!!!!
SailAweigh - Feb 07, 2006 1:52:55 pm PST #7991 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
Congratulations, Jilli!
Yuck, Sparky. Much "may it be nothing"~ma.
Job~ma, P-C!
It seems like 2006 is going to be one of those years that gives with one hand and takes away with the other. I say we chop off the hand that keeps taking things away.
§ ita § - Feb 07, 2006 1:59:13 pm PST #7992 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
No worries, Betsy. Now that I don't move my lips when I read it's not such a big deal.
I say this having no idea of my facial expression at the time. But it's training. At least I'm awake.