Also, it looks like a thin layer of over the counter 1% hydrocortizone cream helps too, but don't use it a bunch.
Death is your art. You make it with your hands day after day. That final gasp, that look of peace. And part of you is desperate to know: What's it like? Where does it lead you? And now you see, that's the secret. Not the punch you didn't throw or the kicks you didn't land. She really wanted it. Every Slayer has a death wish. Even you.
Spike ,'Conversations with Dead People'
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.
Daisy Jane - Feb 27, 2007 7:13:58 pm PST #7777 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Nora Deirdre - Feb 27, 2007 7:14:14 pm PST #7778 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
aha... I don't think I'm going out tonight but I'll pick some up in my travels tomorrow...thanks for the tip!
Daisy Jane - Feb 27, 2007 7:16:26 pm PST #7779 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Good luck with it, and hoping for relief for you.
Nora Deirdre - Feb 27, 2007 7:20:53 pm PST #7780 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
thanks... I am just desperately hoping I'll get myself so tired I can crawl into bed without freaking about the discomfort.
I don't know why it's hard for me to even consider going out after we've gone to bed. It just seems wrong somehow!
Sean K - Feb 27, 2007 7:29:03 pm PST #7781 of 10001
You can't leave me to my own devices; my devices are Nap and Eat. -Zenkitty
All those eating moldy rice in a tube shall love you and despair, Sean. Also? Go you, man! Scampi is yum.
It was deelish.
I coarsely chopped about 9 cloves of garlic, sliced up three scallions, and chopped up maybe three tablespoons worth of fresh flat leaf parsley. I also finely chopped up a large tomato and juiced three lemons.
After starting the linguini cooking, I melted some butter in a pan and began sauteing (sp?) the garlic, scallions and parsley. Once the garlic was brown, I threw in the lemon juice and tomato, and turned up the heat just a bit.
When the liquid was boiling, I threw in the shrimp (about a half pound of uncooked, cleaned, tail-off shrimp, rinsed and dried).
I let the shrimp cook for about three minutes or so, basically until they were pink on both sides (S said I may have cooked them, like, thirty seconds too long), then threw in some chopped fresh basil and fresh ground black pepper.
I served the shrimp and sauce over the linguini, and served it with steamed asparagus drizzled with lemon juice and sprinkled with fresh ground black pepper.
Daisy Jane - Feb 27, 2007 7:29:45 pm PST #7782 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Here's a little more, and stuff you may have around
- ice pack for 5 to 10 minutes
- Asprin or other pain reliever
At least might give you enough comfort to get to sleep. I feel for ya. Mr. Jane once bought a detergent that did. not. agree.
Lee - Feb 27, 2007 7:34:50 pm PST #7783 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Lee, you are shameless in the tat thing. I like that about you.
Nuh uh! I have shame! It's right over there, in my other purse.
juliana - Feb 27, 2007 8:15:29 pm PST #7784 of 10001
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
It's right over there, in my other purse.
With the pot?
Lee - Feb 27, 2007 8:17:52 pm PST #7785 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
hush, dorkhead.
SuziQ - Feb 27, 2007 8:18:28 pm PST #7786 of 10001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
Dork, impulse buyer. Have you taken the shirt for alterations yet?