we both puked in front of a big group of people, who yelled at us to find a bucket.
Was it YOUR fault that Wesley had taken it away?
Meanies.
Cordelia ,'You're Welcome'
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we both puked in front of a big group of people, who yelled at us to find a bucket.
Was it YOUR fault that Wesley had taken it away?
Meanies.
Plei! I had a dream last night that you and I were all dressed up in fancy clothes and dancing to entertain Wesley. Just regular, you know, out-at-a-party type dancing. And then, because apparently we were drunk in the dream, we both puked in front of a big group of people, who yelled at us to find a bucket.
Did they threaten to then take it away? (HEE! Bucket X-Post!)
This cracks me up, in a very flashback to the Chicago F2F kind of way.
PS, sending my love down the well via SA.
Oh, I adore the diamond earrings that used to be Mom's. And I'm still kinda miffed that she lost Grandma's diamond ring. But that's mostly because they were Mom's and Grandma's. Somewhat due to teh pretty—cause they are—but it's mostly associative.
This cracks me up, in a very flashback to the Chicago F2F kind of way.
As I was typing my post, I thought about the Chicago F2F!
I was ignorant of the slave labor issue when Scott gave me a diamond, and I'm fairly glad of that, because I love it, but had I known, I couldn't have loved it. A ring of any sort wasn't a requirement, though.
I also have my grandmother's diamond. I've kept it in the original setting (although my grandfather gave it to her years after they married).
I am spared any sort of ethical dilemma by failing entirely to see the appeal of diamonds.
I mean, there must be a line for you somewhere that makes it not boxing
When you're on the ground wrestling? Or when you start to use your feet as offense. Really, I've always used boxing as a vague synonym for street-fighting. (And what little I do know about boxing indicates that rule-breaking -- like head-butts and biting -- occur all the time. So "boxing where the rules are being broken" comes into my head before "not boxing" does.)
I find that any of the Really Precious stones are so fraught with "I might lose it!!" that I almost never wear the ones I have. So I'm just as happy to have semi-precious, like garnet, or not-particularly-precious, like cubic zirconia. I can't tell the difference by looking, and the sense of danger doesn't happen.
I have my engagement ring and my great-grandmother's wedding ring. I would have loved gg's ring as my engagement ring, but I love my engagement ring. I picked it out.
Girls old and men get cold....
the appeal of diamonds.
They're really sparkly.
I'm not a big jewelry person. The only pricey jewelry I own are teeny tiny diamond studs in white gold in my ears that were a gift from my parents. My one and only ring is silver. If I were to get a ring, it would be an antique ring with an emerald-cut emerald. But I can think of a million other things I'd rather spend the money on.