Finally, I get to feel a strong emotion without it bringing on immediate pain, and it's this one?This is just so wrong.
I'll just jump in my time machine, go back to the twelfth century, and ask the vampires to postpone their ancient prophesy for a few days while you take in dinner and a show.
Giles ,'Selfless'
Spike's Bitches 32: I think I'm sobering up.
[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 - Sep 01, 2006 3:42:21 pm PDT #1506 of 10000
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
sj - Sep 01, 2006 3:56:07 pm PDT #1507 of 10000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
It's also such a sitcom cliche. You know? Main character finds someone they like to hang out with, they hang. Main character introduces the someone to the supporting characters. The someone and the supporting characters get along really well, and by the time main character realizes something has gone horribly wrong, supporting characters can't understand why she's being such a bitch to their new best friend.
BTDT.
The one thing I'm really looking forward to with the return of 80s fashion is the return of wearing black tights with dresses and skirts, because it makes it possible for me to wear dresses and skirts in the fall and winter without freezing.
I'm sorry for your loss, {{{ita}}}.
{{{vw}}} I hope the migraine goes away soon. Do you think it's a post-stress reaction?
Em is adorably evil.
I feel like I did a huge back to school shopping trip today, except it was a new job shopping trip with Teacup Guy. New pants, new shirts, new shoes, a trip to the tailor, a trip to Staples, and then we wrapped up the day with a trip to the market. Tired now.
libkitty - Sep 01, 2006 4:04:59 pm PDT #1508 of 10000
Embrace the idea that we are the leaders we've been looking for. Grace Lee Boggs
ita, I'm so sorry for your loss, especially that you didn't have a chance to know her better. {{{ita}}}
vw and ita, migraines suck. I'm sorry. I, too, would probably avoid the mint. I usually do cola and Aleve. When I can (or really have to), I lie down. If it's monstrously bad, I put an ice pack on the back of my neck, but I try to be judicious about that because apparently they can cause rebound migraines. Ick.
Yep. And no idea what to do about it either.
Me too. Not that it's any help.
Cass - Sep 01, 2006 4:06:03 pm PDT #1509 of 10000
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Of course main character usually learns something valuable from the someone and that they weren't that bad after all, so maybe I should just shut my main character mouth."Not that bad" does not negate the "annoys me and makes me want to draw my boundaries more obviously and with a Sharpie" feeling for me. I don't care what I learn. I'm the main character in my own life and I am going to damn well flounce out of the scene if I want to. They can just try to Minear me out of my own show.
Of course, I am sure there's a lesson to be learned in that as well. Always is.
Cashmere - Sep 01, 2006 4:25:26 pm PDT #1510 of 10000
Now tagless for your comfort.
I finally got the 80's fashion links to work for me. I'm seriously fucked. I *barely* had a body to work with those styles in the 80's. Now, NSM. I definitely have the legs to pull off skinny jeans, but the waist--no. I'm even more extremely top heavy than I was back then so I really just look like an orange walking around on toothpicks in skinny jeans.
sj - Sep 01, 2006 4:35:17 pm PDT #1511 of 10000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
There is no way I could have ever wore skinny jeans. Even way back when I was 90 lbs my thighs would not allow it.
Topic!Cindy - Sep 01, 2006 4:47:50 pm PDT #1512 of 10000
What is even happening?
My favorite 80s fashion were baggies--the baggy pants, not like they wear now, hanging off the ass, but high waisted, baggy legs that tapered down.
P.M. Marc - Sep 01, 2006 5:00:28 pm PDT #1513 of 10000
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
I have never, not even when I was 130lbs and riding on a regular basis, able to pull off skinny jeans. As I may have mentioned, I'm built like a quarter horse.
But there was a sort of 40s style trouser in the late 80s that looked really nice with my figure. If that comes back, I'll be happy.
Zenkitty - Sep 01, 2006 5:11:07 pm PDT #1514 of 10000
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
I looked good in 80s fashions, back in the 80s. Now, not so much. Especially skinny jeans. Like Jilli, I'm waiting for the return of dresses fitted through the torso and full from the waist. Because I do look good in those. I like tunics, but the horrible truth is, if I wear them to cover my ass, they somehow manage to make my ass look bigger. It's the way they ride up after sitting in them, I think. Also, those kurta style things, that are flat in the front? Look awful over my DDs. There's no room in those things for boobs.
Zenkitty - Sep 01, 2006 5:24:56 pm PDT #1515 of 10000
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
Continuing my rant about this stupid party. The discussion earlier about dedication ceremonies was interesting, especially in light of the fact that this baby's parents are not religious. I'm sure this is all to placate his parents. But this party? IS the dedication. There's going to be a ceremony with a minister at their house, and then the luau-themed party, with kegs and roast pig.
I bought the child a onesie off the clearance rack. It's cute, and the tags are coming off anyway. I figure it's acceptable since the invite gave the baby's size. (And her social security number, but I'm not buying her any stocks or bonds.)
The more I think about it? the less I like my friend. She really is completely self-centered. This is not the friend who had the shakedown at the wedding party (I ended up giving that one $100, as that seemed to be the going rate), no, this is the friend with the big-ass SUV who refused to help me move. Once I leave this job I will never see these people again on whom I have dropped so much cash. I like being generous when I can, but I need to find people to spend my generousity on who will return some of it.