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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.
"Is it safe? Is it safe???"
Heh. When Dustin comes back around to using that line again late in the movie it got one of the biggest cheers I ever heard in a theater.
Well, *yeah.*
"Is it safe? Is it safe???"
Another reason to adore La Tep. Shared references.
::blush::
Also? I have this fucked up thing going on with my elbow. When I put pressure on it in a certain place, it feels like there's a piece of glass in there or something. OW!
I've had it for a while (not sure how long), but within the last twenty four hours, it's been hyper sensitive.
Asstoque.
My favorite was when I woke up angry at B.
Yeah, that was a fun one to figure out. "Why are you so upset, Aims? Did I do something wrong?" "No, I'm really angry with B." "What'd she do?" "Well, in this dream I had..."
After that my brain just sort of froze up and threatened me with the Blue Screen o' Death. "Error: Processor has encountered logic that is insane and happenstance, like a troll's, and cannot hang. Please press Ctrl + Alt + Beer to restart."
Sounds like minor nerve damage, Sean. You might've slept on it wrong putting pressure on a nerve. Ibuprofen usually helps with those instances.
Or possibly there's a piece of glass in there.
Hubby talks in his sleep sometimes, and sometimes I don't know he's asleep because he holds conversations. Except that the sleep him is nasty. I've learned to recognize Id!Hubby by the different timbre of the voice. He's told me things that have driven me to tears. Hubby once asked me, in re: a show we were watching, if he'd ever said anything to me that I've never called him on, and I told him about Id!Hubby. He was horrified. He swore for ten minutes that the things that were said were nothing he'd ever think and that he was so sorry I'd heard anything like that.
I believe him, and I forgive him. It still upsets him when he thinks about it. But his brain conjured the things, and his voice said them, so somewhere, down where he can't see, the thought exists. Goddess knows the things I think that I wouldn't say under torture, so it's one of the things that you just have to let go.
Also? I have this fucked up thing going on with my elbow. When I put pressure on it in a certain place, it feels like there's a piece of glass in there or something. OW!
It's the gummint's tracking chip. Go get a penknife, some ethyl alcohol and a some tin foil, stat.
Also? I have this fucked up thing going on with my elbow. When I put pressure on it in a certain place, it feels like there's a piece of glass in there or something. OW!
Bursitis?
t Dr. Google
I hate to say this, but that really sounds like shingles.
Much more fun than just weeping sores! *sigh* Now I'm thinking I should call my doc and ask her to call the script before everyone leaves for the weekend.
I prefer asschapeau.
Are you going to fly your ass out here and clean the diet coke off my screen???
Are you going to fly your ass out here and clean the diet coke off my screen???
My work here is done.
I had the nerve-affecting shingles. Not as painful as breaking one's face, but right the hell up there.
{{{{{{alls mah Bitches}}}}}}
I'm very weepy today. I'm sure there's a lot of reasons, such as not feeling "safe" anywhere but at home and then feeling listless and depressed when I'm at home, the glacial pace of my jobhunt, screwing up in a major, easily-avoidable, and expensive way at my job today, dreading the 2 1/2 hour meeting my boss and I will be having starting at 2:30, and my current illness. It all adds up to one giant pit of soul-sucking, though, and I'd like to not be weeping at my desk.