{{Cass}} Sorry for the gross lava. May the good drugs do their thing so you can play with the fun people visiting your area.
We're proud to say that the Class of '99 has the lowest mortality rate of any graduating class in Sunnydale history.
Jonathan ,'Touched'
Spike's Bitches 31: We're Motivated Go-getters.
[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.
Laura - Jul 30, 2006 5:28:57 am PDT #6016 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.
Nora Deirdre - Jul 30, 2006 6:26:23 am PDT #6017 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
argh. I am SO angry about something SO stupid. So I'm angry about the thing I'm angry about and angry at myself for being angry about it. I am now totally unable to focus on the case study analysis I have to do today.
Beverly - Jul 30, 2006 6:31:57 am PDT #6018 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Lava-relief to Cass.
Sorry about the anger and the stupid, Nora. May equilibrium find you soon.
why do books multiply in my house as I put them away? but I think I need a ghost buster...
"'Cause no human would stack books like that."
Aren't new bookshelves awesome, beth? And scary? Because they so quickly filled, and there are still more books...
Cash, O's still a handsome devil. But I suggest Christopher step AWAY from the hairstyling for a while. Like, forever.
::nodding and pointing to what Plei said::
Hooray for Emily having arrived safely.
Biopsy-ma like whoa to Raq. And also, those kids' clothes designs are gorgeous!
The dress is fricken fabulous, Aimee, but the shoes look hurty.
I skimmed, sorry. Anybody needing encouragement or sympathy, birthday wishes or congratulations that I missed, please consider yourself appropriately ma~ed.
We had a freak wind gust on the leading edge of a storm the other night. Went like this:
distant rumble of thunder.
patter of raindrops
WHUMPclatterthudRAINRAINRAIN!
Three of us had sprinted for the deck at the patter of the first raindrops. None of us made it before the whump. The patio umbrella was gone, into the darkness, and the curvy iron plant stand had tipped over, smashing my favorite pot, medallioned, rope-edged, deeply antiqued, and marooning the pink hibiscus with its rootball exposed to the elements. The umbrella made it 40 feet or more, over or past the cherry and holly trees to land under the white pine. The tippy mechanism lock seems to be broken, but it still goes up and down, so it's back in the table weight now. The hibiscus got a new pot, and the iron stand is awaiting a new spot where it won't be as prone to tip. I haven't thrown the pot fragments away yet. I'm thinking of glueing it back together and using it as a cachepot. Failing that, some of the broken bits will be nicely architectural, strewn about here and tucked in there.
And I am unreasonably excited about all the Other Humans in my house going to see a motorcycle show today, and leaving me alone for awhile. Oh-- I'm sorry, did I say that out loud?
Laura - Jul 30, 2006 6:36:43 am PDT #6019 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.
Ah, enjoy the peace and solitude Beverly. Yikes, that sounds like a nasty bit of storm.
{{Nora}} Sorry about the stupid distracting anger. Bad anger! Go away and let Nora concentrate! Maybe give it some chocolate to melt it away?
sj - Jul 30, 2006 6:39:21 am PDT #6020 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
{{{Cass}}} Feel better.
{{{Nora}}}
Scrappy - Jul 30, 2006 6:44:18 am PDT #6021 of 10001
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
Nora-- when I used to get mad at my self for stuff like getting mad over nothing, my therapist told me not to waste time judging my feelings. Feelings can't be controlled--if they could be controlled they'd be,. well, rational thoughts. She said I should acknowledge the feeling-- "I'm furious" and take a minute or two to just feel it, and then let it simmer as I went about my business. This may not work for you, but the energy I spent fighting or trying to repress my feelings kept me from doing my work, and I found once I gave myself permission to actually feel them, no matter how petty or irrational, they no longer distracted or exhausted me as much.
Laura - Jul 30, 2006 7:07:16 am PDT #6022 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.
That Robin's going to get a reputation for being wise.
P.M. Marc - Jul 30, 2006 7:45:48 am PDT #6023 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
Robin = teh smrt.
Plie, Jilli, and Kristin - we have practice games at Brannan field until about 2pm. Then I think we are free, if anyone wants to meet up.
Call me when it's done--we can arrange meeting up!
Typo Boy - Jul 30, 2006 7:54:38 am PDT #6024 of 10001
Calli: My people have a saying. A man who trusts can never be betrayed, only mistaken.Avon: Life expectancy among your people must be extremely short.
Typoboy - he is up in your area. go listen
Looks like he is Oregon this Month. I'm in Olympia WA. Not 100% my neck of the woods.
Nora Deirdre - Jul 30, 2006 9:23:37 am PDT #6025 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
Hi, guys, I'm feeling better. Robin, very wise words, and it was exactly what I ended up doing. I stomped around some, and then we went out for a nice brunch and a beer and it's a lovely day and I was able to let go of the anger.
It's gorgeous out, up here. Hot and sunny and blue skies, no humidity, and a lovely sea breeze blowing. Those kinds of days are dangerous, because I don't realize how much sun I'm getting, because it all feels very pleasant. Even though I'm not a beach person, it makes me happy to live so close to the water.
Went to brunch at In A Pig's Eye, ran into Frankenbuddha as we were coming out of the new artisinal bakery in town, went to a couple bookstores for a birthday present for Tom's 15(?) year old nephew... we got him the Hitchiker book, the 5 novels in one book thing, and will get him Adams' Last Chance To See [link] as well.