Yep-- I always end up creeping along my road at night, for that reason. On the other hand, about an hour ago, I was getting something from the car, and there was a buck in the parking area, which I got to see close up, and then jumping over the fence that leads to the canyon. That was cool.
Now hold on, I'm gonna press the right pedal harder. I expect us to accelerate.
Anya ,'Showtime'
Spike's Bitches 33: Weeping, crawling, blaming everybody else
[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.
Lee - Nov 22, 2006 6:30:07 pm PST #2996 of 10004
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
tommyrot - Nov 22, 2006 6:55:33 pm PST #2997 of 10004
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
Deer are stupid. There's a lot of deer where my parents live. Once I was driving and had to slam on the brakes to avoid a deer. The deer proceeded to run down the road. I mean, right down the middle of the road. I couldn't get around it, so I just had to drive along behind it until it figured out that maybe the road wasn't the safest place to be it it wanted to get away from the big bad Mercury Marquis....
beth b - Nov 22, 2006 6:56:18 pm PST #2998 of 10004
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
I will post pate reciepe at some time in the future
possible as early as friday
not tonight , may do the early bed thing or watch tv all night. it could go either way
juliana - Nov 22, 2006 6:56:35 pm PST #2999 of 10004
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
I haven't had large critters around until recently and am now quite skittish about us meeting on the road.
Did I ever tell y'all about the time my mom accidentally whacked a moose on the butt with our front door as we left to go to school?
Cash, I'm glad your mom is okay. Scary stuff, though!!
amych - Nov 22, 2006 7:00:07 pm PST #3000 of 10004
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
I've never had a car vs. deer encounter myself, but there was one long weekend when 4 of my friends totalled their cars on deer in 3 days. Pests. (But tasty, if not allergic.)
tommyrot - Nov 22, 2006 7:02:10 pm PST #3001 of 10004
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
Deer hunting season is the worst time for car/deer accidents, as deer are generally running around like crazy and forgetting to look both ways before crossing traffic....
DCJensen - Nov 22, 2006 7:42:53 pm PST #3002 of 10004
All is well that ends in pizza.
Unless you count my mother and her Chrysler.
No chance it's Christine, is there?
WindSparrow - Nov 22, 2006 8:12:25 pm PST #3003 of 10004
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.
Punctuation and ~ma for EM, Cash's mom, and anyone else who needs it.
Cass - Nov 22, 2006 10:02:48 pm PST #3004 of 10004
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Did I ever tell y'all about the time my mom accidentally whacked a moose on the butt with our front door as we left to go to school?No, but you should.
I still love seeing deer. Because I don't have my own landscaping yet, likely. But they are gorgeous.
Okay, went to sleep early. Now awake again. When did I revert to an infant only sleeping a few hours at a time? Thinking sleepy thoughts... Thinking very sleepy thoughts...
brenda m - Nov 22, 2006 10:21:09 pm PST #3005 of 10004
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
I had an ex go into Stalker Lite mode and it scared the hell out of me.
It's just about the scariest thing in the world. I can't imagine what EM, and you, Hec, are going through.
I never thought I had the capacity to kill someone (and I hope I never find out for sure). But some years ago, when my sister was - briefly, thank god - being stalked - it's like nothing else. I've seen some else, and nothing ever scared me so much. If this man had appeared in front of me, and I was armed, there's a part of me that would have felt totally justified in killing him.
One thing I remember - this guy would always call collect, and I tried to get the phone company to tell me where he was calling from. (This was a stranger stalking - her cat went missing and she put up signs and he claimed - though clearly not - to have found the cat, and kept showing up and calling places, etc., for several weeks.) So down the street v across town - at least you could gauge something there, threat wise.
Their answer - accept the call and then wait for the bill to see where it came from. The fuck?