FUN!!!!! Silly!!! Educational!!!!
You have the emotional maturity of a blueberry scone.
Giles ,'Touched'
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.
SuziQ - Feb 10, 2007 10:19:48 pm PST #5023 of 10001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
Cass - Feb 10, 2007 10:31:47 pm PST #5024 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.
Exactly.
Great, now the itching has started. Swiped some Eucerin on it but eeeet eeeetches. And there was a speck of black on my back so the ... um ... healing is evolving. Must. Not. Touch.
I suspect there are wee robots or spirits in my body conspiring against me. I have deployed drugs and a warm goo pack against them.
Hil R. - Feb 10, 2007 11:13:14 pm PST #5025 of 10001
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
Poor Cass's back.
I am very much not asleep. I slept most of today and threw off my schedule entirely. I think this might end up as a night of getting two hours of sleep, then forcing myself to stay up through the day so that I'll sleep normally tomorrow night.
Cass - Feb 10, 2007 11:36:00 pm PST #5026 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.
Thanks, Hil. If you can't get to sleep tonight, and I hope you can, the reset is a good idea. But I hope you get just a bit of sleep tonight as well.
Turns out drugs and heat combined magically tonight. My back is not actively hurting at the moment. And I am hoping that some sleep will convince it that relaxing is better than the alternative. The drugs and heat have me feeling low-grade loopy if not sleepy. So I'm going to put some randomly anthropologic show on tv and start the night's sleep on the couch.
eta: Not actively hurting so long as I keep the heat on. Good to know. Ima need a bigger heating pad.
Karl - Feb 10, 2007 11:51:16 pm PST #5027 of 10001
I adore all you motherfuckers so much -- PMM.
Just a small insomniac late-night post to say that a) I would so totally want to be ita's partner in crime and see that she gets to the doctor and stuff, if she were within a suitable distance to do so, and b) I am madly envious of Buffistas playing 'I never.' I love that game, because all of the things people expect me to have done, I haven't, and vice versa. I'm not sure whether it's my hippie reputation or my artfully hidden depths that confuse people.
DCJensen - Feb 11, 2007 5:29:12 am PST #5028 of 10001
All is well that ends in pizza.
It's 16 F above zero! Wooo!
That's warmer than it has been in a week, day or night.
Laura - Feb 11, 2007 5:34:07 am PST #5029 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.
I've never played 'I never.' Huh.
Poor Cassey back. I've never been tempted to get a tattoo and the experiences I read hear confirm my decision. Have serious issues with needles, pain, itching. Never would take on these things voluntarily. Eeep.
tommyrot - Feb 11, 2007 5:51:32 am PST #5030 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
I've played a few games of I Never back in the day. It often annoyed me, as the game seemed to always evolve into sexual bragging....
Nora Deirdre - Feb 11, 2007 6:03:04 am PST #5031 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
EMILY SIGHTING!
Whee! She lives!
WindSparrow - Feb 11, 2007 6:53:34 am PST #5032 of 10001
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.
continued ~ma for Hec, JZ, and the whole family.
I just spent an hour duck taping plastic storage bins that had cracks in them, then sorting through boxes of christmas-y items that Daniel's aunt handed down to us which we did not use during christmas. Also sorted through a box of his unused christmas-y stuff that Daniel brought down from the not-attic. Now we are not only de-christmassed but also all organized.
Except for the part about there being boxes of christmas stuff sitting around.
And the bags of silk poinsettias that have been sitting in the back of the minivan since they were purchased at post-christmas sales.