We'll have to get him and Em together.
If every vampire who said he was at the crucifixion was actually there, it would have been like Woodstock.
Spike ,'Same Time, Same Place'
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.
Aims - Oct 01, 2006 8:02:36 pm PDT #5660 of 10000
Shit's all sorts of different now.
billytea - Oct 01, 2006 8:43:19 pm PDT #5661 of 10000
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
"Hit me in the balls! Hit me in the balls! I can take it! I can take it! Who's gonna do it? Who's gonna hit me in the balls? I can take it!"
Good Lord. It sounds like dialogue from the Mel Gibson episode of South Park.
vw bug - Oct 01, 2006 9:58:14 pm PDT #5662 of 10000
Mostly lurking...
I am wide awake and about to pillage through my brother's cupboards. Mostly, though, I just want to go back to sleep.
Sleep brain! Sleep!
Pix - Oct 01, 2006 10:40:05 pm PDT #5663 of 10000
The status is NOT quo.
I can't remember if I posted in here about my back injury last night, but if I did, here's the punchline: spent the last five hours in urgent care and at the pharmacy. Severe muscle spasms earned me a shot of some painkiller and two (!!) big ass needle shots of a muscle relaxer...all in my ass. Which hurts, ftr.
Anyway, have finally now picked up the prescriptions: a muscle relaxer that hasn't worked all that well for me in the past (no Flexoril, alas) and some generic Vicoden. Hoping the latter lets me sleep tonight. ND has been the WBB and driven me around and said soothing things all night. Though he did laugh when I told him that one would think that the painkiller shot in my ass would prevent my ass from hurting so much. But I forgive him.
The Vicoden seems to be kicking in. I feel really weird. like Keanu Reeves maybe. Whoa. Head rush dizzy weird. ND is shooing me towards bed, so night night Bitches...
Volans - Oct 02, 2006 1:19:27 am PDT #5664 of 10000
move out and draw fire
Emmett: Then I want to go. She's my homeboy. Err...Homegirl. [turning to Matilda] Hey Homie! I'm gonna call her homebaby.
Awwww! That's so best!
spent the last five hours in urgent care and at the pharmacy
{{{Kristin}}} and {{{Kristin's Back}}}
I got up at oh-dark-thirty to see R off this morning, then went back to bed confident that the Toddler Alarm would wake me as per usual. Alas, he slept until the nanny arrived at 7:45, and she came in without waking me since we'd deactivated the alarm when R left. So she got him up quietly and let me sleep.
Until 10:30.
I was a wee bit late to work, but man it was good. Plus I got that luxury of luxuries, a shower sans toddler.
sj - Oct 02, 2006 2:17:51 am PDT #5665 of 10000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Yay, Emeline!
(((Kristin))) Back-ma.
I had the most wonderful, relaxing weekend. Teacup Guy not working on the weekends still feels like an extra special treat.
Topic!Cindy - Oct 02, 2006 2:21:06 am PDT #5666 of 10000
What is even happening?
Good for you, Raq, you must have needed it.
WindSparrow - Oct 02, 2006 3:17:48 am PDT #5667 of 10000
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.
Back~ma for Kristin.
vw bug - Oct 02, 2006 3:46:19 am PDT #5668 of 10000
Mostly lurking...
Poor Kristin! I hope you're still sleeping soundly, love.
Oh, Raq! How nice for you!
Yay for good weekends!
Coffeeeeeeeeeee...I need coffeeeeeeeee.
Nora Deirdre - Oct 02, 2006 3:52:59 am PDT #5669 of 10000
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
Oh, Kristin, I'm sorry about your back horror show.
Go Emeline on the potty! Go Emmett being cute!
My friend is still alive, as I just got an extremely nasty email from her describing how her life sucks and how I can't understand her and she can't understand me. The subtext is, since her life sucks and mine doesn't, that I am somehow responsible for her unhappiness. I am thankful this is in email form, as I have experienced it in person and on the phone and it's a little easier to take in this format.
I know she's sick, and that pushing her friends away is a sign of that. I just want her to get help, and she seems so resistant to that. She's just not ready to be healthy, and there's so little anyone else can do, short of having her committed.
In conclusion: feh.