mom~ma Hil
Everybody dies, Tracey. Someone's carrying a bullet for you right now, doesn't even know it. The trick is to die of old age before it finds you.
Mal ,'The Message'
Spike's Bitches 37: You take the killing for granted.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Laga - Sep 07, 2007 11:41:26 pm PDT #4701 of 10001
You should know I'm a big deal in the Resistance.
Volans - Sep 08, 2007 3:35:45 am PDT #4702 of 10001
move out and draw fire
Very much ~ma to your mother, Hil.
I am unrepentent in my changing my name from my father's to my husband's. Either way I was beholden to the patriarchy, and I thought it a nice symbolic move from being a daughter to being a wife, or, you know, growing up. Hitting a new stage. I changed my middle name to my maiden name, keeping the lineage and honoring my dad, but dropping the final bit of my mother (we had the same middle name), which also felt good.
Of course, since I'm planning on legally changing my name to Quiddity Falconer, this will all be moot soon.
ION, do I need these boots? [link]
d - Sep 08, 2007 3:38:12 am PDT #4703 of 10001
It's nice to see some brave pretenders trying to make it interesting.
Woke up still sick. Blergh. I so did not need this right now.
SuziQ - Sep 08, 2007 5:27:03 am PDT #4704 of 10001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
Raq - as a person who didn't look to see your face because I was admiring your other boots - no, you don't need more boots. Unless, of course, you do...then go for it.
This message brought to you by too much food and too much humidity.
SuziQ - Sep 08, 2007 5:42:52 am PDT #4705 of 10001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
Cocktail question - my dad try to tell me that orange juice and whisky was a screwdriver. I've always thought that was orange juice and vodka. So - what is orange juice and whisky?
Steph L. - Sep 08, 2007 5:45:08 am PDT #4706 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
Warg. I've been up for hours, because I had a nightmare that the government executed The Boy (by hanging!) because he defaulted on a loan, AND they hanged him earlier than they had said they would, so I didn't make it in time to say goodbye, and then I spent the rest of the dream looking around his house for proof that he ever loved me (specifically I was looking for any handwritten note that said, verbatim, "I love you").
I haven't called him yet to make sure he's alive. I fear that might push me over, in his eyes, from "charmingly crazy" to "unsalvageable whackjob."
"Sideways" is on FX, and I haven't seen it since it was in theaters, and I forgot how annoying and unlikeable the characters are. Almost Seinfeld-ian levels of unlikeable.
ION, I really really *really* need a haircut.
Steph L. - Sep 08, 2007 5:45:44 am PDT #4707 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
what is orange juice and whisky?
A waste of whisky.
Steph L. - Sep 08, 2007 5:50:44 am PDT #4708 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
Threepeat:
And, for the record, I totally get that my dream was a panic/anxiety dream about moving in with The Boy. There was definitely no subtext there.
SuziQ - Sep 08, 2007 5:52:08 am PDT #4709 of 10001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
You two are adorable together. Seriously.
They had Johnnie Walker Red...in the big bottle...and we went through a bunch of it last night. Today we are going on a picnic. Wheeeeeeeeeeee.
meara - Sep 08, 2007 6:05:20 am PDT #4710 of 10001
That sounds like a super stressful dream, Teppy! Dang!
I love those boots, but...no way.
I feel very annoyed and guilty--I was supposed to go SHOPPING this weekend with a friend (yay, finally knowing there will be money coming in!), but I have to go to a funeral on Sunday at 2pm, which kills our shopping plans. So I'm annoyed, and then I feel guilty taht I'm annoyed. (Obviously the funeral is not for someone I cared deeply about. I feel obliged to go, and I do want to pay my respects, but...)