(Emily) I'm sure it will improve. The first week can be so hard - I'm filled with anxiety jitters about it, and I've had much longer to prepare for my situation than you've had. I've at least had time to think out some of my routines.
Jayne (Husband): Oh, I think you might wanna reconsider that last part. See, I married me a powerful ugly creature. Mal (Wife): How can you say that? How can you shame me in front of new people? Jayne (Husband): If I could make you purtier, I would. Mal (Wife): You are not the man I met a year ago.
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
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.
Gris - Aug 29, 2006 6:49:10 pm PDT #830 of 10000
Hey. New board.
Cass - Aug 29, 2006 7:20:34 pm PDT #831 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.
Zee sinus migraine and zee cat of not eating have slain zee wheee.
Tuna solved the second issue to a tiny degree where kibble, canned food and chicken failed. She's gonna get her feline butt hauled to the vet if she doesn't fatten up and eat something. Of course those lead to massive kitty panic attacks. I just want her to eat well, dammit.
I am thinking a sharp blow to the head might deal with the first. Potentially.
P.M. Marc - Aug 29, 2006 7:33:03 pm PDT #832 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
New hair: [link]
Lee - Aug 29, 2006 7:33:43 pm PDT #833 of 10000
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
VERY NICE
P.M. Marc - Aug 29, 2006 7:35:30 pm PDT #834 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
It's all sex-ah!
The front phone photos didn't do it justice, so I didn't upload them.
beekaytee - Aug 29, 2006 7:38:03 pm PDT #835 of 10000
Compassionately intolerant
Oh Cass. Apetite of gusto to your kitty. Your frustration is my frustration's twin.
Only I'm massively aggravated with myself right now.
After all the vet-going, bill-paying, anxiety-having with Bartleby this week, I somehow didn't pay attention to the fact that I left my work bag in the room where I leave the pooch when I'm out. I left for a few minutes to go talk to my landlord about cutting back some ivy where I think he may have picked up whatever gave him food poisoning. And to pick up the chicken I've been boiling for his superbland meals.
In the bag? In the room with a half-starved dog? Roughly a half cup of raw almonds.
Yup, my healthy work snack ended up in the dog.
I have absolutely no idea what impact this will have on his 'irritable' innards.
I could kick myself from here to hell.
No 'action' on our walk tonight. Gosh, perhaps his intestines are BRICKED UP.
Cass - Aug 29, 2006 7:39:04 pm PDT #836 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.
Hotttt! I like it.
I am watching Stargate 200. t flees to lj and Boxed Set
beekaytee - Aug 29, 2006 7:39:41 pm PDT #837 of 10000
Compassionately intolerant
Further: Great cut P.M.! Lily is adorable in that photo too.
Laura - Aug 29, 2006 7:42:02 pm PDT #838 of 10000
Our wings are not tired.
Nice cut Plei! Looks like you were able to describe your desired cut perfectly. Hott!
Cass - Aug 29, 2006 7:50:25 pm PDT #839 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.
The tuna, with some water added for reasons I cannot fathom, seems to be perking her interest for moments at a time so I just keep feeding her a couple of wee flakes at a time. Which seem to be agreeing with the Kittenish tummy. Mine, on the other hand, totally stressed from all this ... stress.
Yup, my healthy work snack ended up in the dog.I doubt it will be for long... Hopefully while on a walk and as unmessy as possible though.
Poor Bartleby. Poor you, Beej...