The karma gods knew you were worried, Aimee. Also, yay! For you.
Lindsey: Why--why did you... Lorne: One last job. You're not part of the solution, Lindsey. You never will be. Lindsey: You kill me? A flunky?! I'm not just...Angel...kills me. You...Angel... Lorne: Good night, folks.
'Not Fade Away'
Spike's Bitches 30: Going on Thirteen
[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.
Nicole - Apr 28, 2006 2:41:17 pm PDT #1910 of 10002
I'm getting the pig!
Topic!Cindy - Apr 28, 2006 2:52:12 pm PDT #1911 of 10002
What is even happening?
It's been done and I have been absolved. They couldn't use the stuff against her because they didn't have proof that she took anything home. It was everything else that was going on.
Oh, I'm so glad for your sake.
Pix - Apr 28, 2006 3:07:17 pm PDT #1912 of 10002
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
Kristin, to your corner! No flammables for you!
Meanie.
WindSparrow - Apr 28, 2006 4:01:28 pm PDT #1913 of 10002
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.
So relieved for you, Aimee.
Cass - Apr 28, 2006 4:36:50 pm PDT #1914 of 10002
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
No flammables for you!That's just mean. t holds fire-making things and candles close
Spidra Webster - Apr 28, 2006 5:00:53 pm PDT #1915 of 10002
I wish I could just go somewhere to get flensed but none of the whaling ships near me take Medicare.
I'm glad that went more the way you wanted it to, Aimee.
The sleepy, mopey, tired whatever it is continues apace. I bailed on my plans to go to the DeYoung. I napped a lot. When I woke up I paged through iTunes Music Store's video offerings but couldn't find anything I wanted to see enough to pay $2 for it when I'm already paying for a Netflix account. Considered going right back to sleep but I was hungry. Made the easiest thing I could make and still stay on my diet. Got dressed. I still feel like going back to bed, but I think I'm going to try to make myself do a little telecommuting or laundry or straightening the house or something.
DavidS - Apr 28, 2006 5:14:48 pm PDT #1916 of 10002
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Thanks for the tip, Spidra.
Please to be distracting the goth.
In my personal cosmogny, you are the only living superhero. Everybody else is pretty much imaginary.
Steph L. - Apr 28, 2006 5:26:08 pm PDT #1917 of 10002
I look more rad than Lutheranism
Hey Kristin -- I sent you an e-mail earlier to your snet DOT net address. Just a heads-up.
Spidra Webster - Apr 28, 2006 5:35:41 pm PDT #1918 of 10002
I wish I could just go somewhere to get flensed but none of the whaling ships near me take Medicare.
Damn, this is really hard. I tried calling a friend who I thought might be willing to come over on a Friday night and...help me function. She wasn't home. I went out in the garden, which is completely overrun with weeds due to the interminable rain we had, and pulled weeds for about 10 min. I got very tired from that. And my arms are now itchy. And I feel like going straight back to bed again. I wonder if I've just hit so rock bottom in terms of fitness that that's the problem? I definitely find myself overwhelmed looking around the house and garden and seeing what a fucking sty I live in. Mostly not due to me. Good thing I'm on anti-deps because I'm having a bit of trouble handling this as is. I can't imagine what it'd be like off.
DavidS - Apr 28, 2006 5:40:04 pm PDT #1919 of 10002
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Spidra! Pay attention.
You're spiraling down. You know that, right? You need to engage your Emergency Response Systems (your friends network, including me) to make sure you get contact, and get out of the house and not descend into a sleep cycle o' doom and inevitable chronic depression.
Trust me. You're on the lip of a vortex now.
We'll get together next week. Are you available Tuesday morning?
Also? Break the housecleaning down into tiny little manageable chunks. Do the dishes. Or vacuum only the living room. Or pick the books up. Little steps.