Ben: I didn't ask for any of this. I just want to be normal. Gronx: I wanted to be an underwear model. We play the hand we're dealt.

'Touched'


Natter Area 51: The Truthiness Is in Here  

Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.


Toddson - Apr 05, 2007 5:25:28 am PDT #827 of 10001
Friends don't let friends read "Atlas Shrugged"

Hot tea (herbal if you want to sleep) with lemon and honey - it's really nice and it does help.

Sleep well and feel better soon.


Liese S. - Apr 05, 2007 5:29:08 am PDT #828 of 10001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."

Well, we love you both, want you both to be happy, and will stay out of it.

Seconding this.

Back to bed.

To rest with you! And it was a great conversation! The SO really liked you.


Topic!Cindy - Apr 05, 2007 5:29:57 am PDT #829 of 10001
What is even happening?

Teppy, are you taking Tylenol or Ibuprofen? They usually help sore throat pain for me, at least somewhat.


Jessica - Apr 05, 2007 5:33:54 am PDT #830 of 10001
If I want to become a cloud of bats, does each bat need a separate vaccination?

I'm a big fan of Sudafed Shower Soothers, but they're more more nose than throat.


Theodosia - Apr 05, 2007 5:34:07 am PDT #831 of 10001
'we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn't end any time soon"

Well, we love you both, want you both to be happy, and will stay out of it.

Thirding, or whatever the number is up to now.


Daisy Jane - Apr 05, 2007 5:40:18 am PDT #832 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."

Thanks for the answers y'all. I fall mostly with Liese. Mr. Jane has met a few buffistas in person, and he gets along with them well, but I really would rather he not frequent here.

IRL I'm a kinda pick-your-battles sort of girl, so a lot of stuff that bugs me, I just let go of. But, I need somewhere to vent that. It's hard for me to vent it to people who know Mr. Jane, because, in truth, he is one of the nicest, friendliest just all around good guys you'd ever want to know. So I get a lot of, "But he's so great!" and "You are so lucky!" which is true, but I'm not feelin' that after he's forgotten to, say mail in our taxes. Even my mom will say, "I sure hope you're being nice to him."

Kat, I wish you and lori the best.

Everyone in my office is sick except for me. I'm going to be the one survivor who has to fight off hordes of snot monsters and flegm spewing demons to emerge from the building covered in goo, but triumphant.

Then I'll say something pithy, and the music will swell and the credits will roll.


Liese S. - Apr 05, 2007 5:49:31 am PDT #833 of 10001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."

The kiddoes are sick, too. I have to grin at them and offer hairpats, when really the appropriate response might be Lysol. I keep trying to remember which sick ones used which instruments so I can clean them, but I never do remember.

And speaking of venting, how irritated am I that I was up four hours before I had to be because the bus was *early*? Very irritated, that's how.


JohnSweden - Apr 05, 2007 5:52:16 am PDT #834 of 10001
I can't even.

Then I'll say something pithy, and the music will swell and the credits will roll.

Love it!

"Coming this fall, Goo Monster XXVI, in Living Technicolour! Will our plucky heroine vanquish the fiends of phlegm ONCE AND FOR ALL?"


JZ - Apr 05, 2007 5:54:14 am PDT #835 of 10001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.

Well, we love you both, want you both to be happy, and will stay out of it.

Fourthing. And, gah, I'm so sorry. That's really too much to contend with all at once, and yet you're both doing it so gracefully.

Now I have to go glare extra-hard at Kat's mom and the extra-awful timing of her teenage flouncing.


§ ita § - Apr 05, 2007 5:55:29 am PDT #836 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Hmm. I don't think Technicolour is a word.

Off to the worky thingy.