Angel: How're you feeling? Faith: Like I did mushrooms and got eaten by a bear.
'A Hole in the World'
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.
Jessica - Oct 10, 2006 7:52:37 am PDT #6737 of 10000
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
lisah - Oct 10, 2006 7:53:20 am PDT #6738 of 10000
Punishingly Intricate
Oy, I think I need a personal banker. But they probably charge money that I can't afford, which defeats the purpose.
Actually, the lady I work with is at Wachovia, my bank, and it doesn't cost me anything. I started working with her years ago when my company made some sort of deal with the bank (it wasn't Wachovia then...some bank that Wachovia subsequently subsumed) to come talk to the employees here about changing banks or whatever. It was a good time for me to change so I opened an account. So my PB helped me open my account and then she'll call every 6 months or so to find out if I have any new financial issues or questions. I don't think I did my initial mortgage through them but a year or so after I bought my house she helped me refinance and then get a line of credit and she's done other things for me over the years. And now she's helping me get a new mortgage that will let me consolidate all my stupid credit card debt AND it's going to shorten the length of my loan AND cut my monthly payment substantially (where Wachovia makes the money off of me is that now they will hold my mortgage, see?). She's using some kind of financial voodoo I guess. And she's also very patient and not condescending with me even though I'm a financial idiot basically.
WindSparrow - Oct 10, 2006 7:55:46 am PDT #6739 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.
Pouring out the good-job~ma to Brenda and KatieB and ita.
juliana - Oct 10, 2006 8:01:08 am PDT #6740 of 10000
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
Sail, what lisah said. I don't know if you have an account with the bank I work for, but I can send you Personal Banker recommendations for your area.
sj - Oct 10, 2006 8:03:05 am PDT #6741 of 10000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
The mechanic is going to look at the car today. AAA is on their way to tow it. It's late enough in the day to be eating ice cream out of the carton, right?
Glamcookie - Oct 10, 2006 8:08:52 am PDT #6742 of 10000
I know my own heart and understand my fellow man. But I am made unlike anyone I have ever met. I dare to say I am like no one in the whole world. - Anne Lister
{{{brenda}}}
Please aim any extra health~ma you have toward SoCal this afternoon. GF's dad has the dreaded appointment in which we get actual information on treatment/prognosis. I have a pit in my stomach just thinking about it.
And something positive - I made a couple of new friends in my Metadata class last night, and my prof already knows who I am (only the 2nd class). Yay!
sj - Oct 10, 2006 8:10:01 am PDT #6743 of 10000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
GC, tons of ~ma to your GF's dad.
Aims - Oct 10, 2006 8:14:02 am PDT #6744 of 10000
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Vibing sooper hard for GF's dad, GC.
Amy - Oct 10, 2006 8:15:01 am PDT #6745 of 10000
Because books.
Many vibes for GF's father, Gloomcookie.
Yikes, sj! Car trouble sucks hard. Hope it's nothing major. And yeah, ice cream out of the carton? Any time of day is good for that.
Nora Deirdre - Oct 10, 2006 8:15:35 am PDT #6746 of 10000
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
Hmm. I'm insanely (and disproportionally) frustrated by an issue that I can't do much about. Do I go for a walk? I am afeared that I will drown my frustration (as well as my continued post-lunch hunger) in a not healthy snack (which is something I'm trying to avoid... have a vague plan to lose 15 lbs over the next few months.)
I'm tired, hungry, my back hurts, and I'm cranky.
WAH!
Anyway. In less whining thoughts, all my good thoughts are headed over to GC's GF and family. I may even get my head out of my ass and stop complaining so that I can free up as many good thoughts as possible.