No, don't delete. We are your sounding board and Keepers of the Sane.
Oh! I know this one! 'Slaying entails certain sacrifices, blah blah blahbity blah, I'm so stuffy, gimme a scone.'
Buffy ,'Help'
Spike's Bitches 34: They're All Slime and Antlers
[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 - Feb 06, 2007 8:05:41 am PST #4291 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Lee - Feb 06, 2007 8:07:53 am PST #4292 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
No, don't delete. We are your sounding board and Keepers of the Sane.
Seconded, with added hugs as needed.
Frankenbuddha - Feb 06, 2007 8:08:00 am PST #4293 of 10001
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"
Bev, much coping-ma.
That sounds an awful lot like what my Mom went through when my Dad sucummed to vascular dementia. The only saving grace was it was only about 6 months between him being reasonably himself and it being over (since the vascular kind has a much shorter onset-to-over span), but that's a terrible thing to have as a saving grace.
Ailleann - Feb 06, 2007 8:12:26 am PST #4294 of 10001
vanguard of the socialist Hollywood liberal homosexualist agenda
Bitches 35: Keepers of the Sane, Bringers of the Porn
{{Bev}}
Daisy Jane - Feb 06, 2007 8:15:25 am PST #4295 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
(((Bev))). You're allowed to feel sorry for yourself every once in a while. Sometimes, it's easier for me to get over it and do what I need to do, if I indulge in a bit of self pity.
Some of my relatives have been trying to tell me that my grandmother's been getting mentally slower. On the one hand, I can see where the stuff she's doing looks like classic beginning stages of dementia, on the other she's one of us which means things like giving mouth to mouth to a fish, freeing all the bait crickets and worms, or vaccuming at 3 am so you "won't disturb anyone." (All things done by members of my family who no one suspects of losing their minds).
Beverly - Feb 06, 2007 8:16:23 am PST #4296 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Thanks, guys. Sane is good, I like it.
Well, except for the inventively, creatively crazy. You know, the sort that relieves the monotony of the everyday and makes a person giggle. That kinda crazy I like.
sj - Feb 06, 2007 8:19:19 am PST #4297 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
{{{Bev}}} I'm so sorry.
Amy - Feb 06, 2007 8:21:23 am PST #4298 of 10001
Because books.
Oh, Bev. That's so hard. And you not feeling one hundred percent on top of it sucks.
{{{Bev}}}
Cass - Feb 06, 2007 8:23:54 am PST #4299 of 10001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
((Bev))
I think, "Meta me there," is possibly the best part.The meta was my favorite part as well. The rest I might take a red pen and edit, but the meta stays.
-t - Feb 06, 2007 8:29:23 am PST #4300 of 10001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
{{{Beverly}}} I wish I had something helpful to say or coule drop by and help out or something.