so sorry for your loss Jessica.
You're like my fairy godmother, and Santa Claus, and Q all wrapped up into one! Q from Bond, not Star Trek.
Buffy ,'Help'
Spike's Bitches 38: Well, This Is Just...Neat.
[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.
hippocampus - Dec 14, 2007 9:39:35 am PST #8284 of 10002
not your mom's socks.
-t - Dec 14, 2007 9:40:26 am PST #8285 of 10002
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
I'm so sorry for your loss, Jessica. I hope your travel is easy and the the remembrances good.
Tom Scola - Dec 14, 2007 9:42:26 am PST #8286 of 10002
Remember that the frontier of the Rebellion is everywhere. And even the smallest act of insurrection pushes our lines forward.
I'm so sorry, Jess.
Laura - Dec 14, 2007 9:43:35 am PST #8287 of 10002
Our wings are not tired.
I'm so sorry for your loss, Jess. Safe travels. You and yours will be in my thoughts.
ok, now get ready to giggle. My family of elves... [link]
vw bug - Dec 14, 2007 9:46:51 am PST #8288 of 10002
Mostly lurking...
My family of elves...
Ha!
juliana - Dec 14, 2007 9:48:43 am PST #8289 of 10002
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
Jessica, I am so very sorry.
Miracleman - Dec 14, 2007 10:40:45 am PST #8290 of 10002
No, I don't think I will - me, quoting Captain Steve Rogers, to all of 2020
By request:
...1 hour, 6 minutes to go.
Why have I returned to this madhouse? What crazed impulse drove me here? Is filthy lucre all that enticing that I should risk life, limb and, dare I say, sanity in this festering haven of barbarity?
I dare say it is. After all, here I am.
Having toiled and striven my way through a jungle of inky blackness and over a mountain of paper and skulls, I stand amidst the labyrinthine ruin of an entire society's life. Pressboard and felt walls loom oppressively, their bulk shadowing the eerie flicker of the lighting in the low ceiling.
I can feel the sweat pricking on my arms and brow, the fever of the place infecting me. The wild call of the phone sends chills down my spine and my heart responds with a beastly roar, a call and response of barbarism to barbarism.
I must escape. Time presses on me, but I can sense the cool wind of the weekend before me. I need only to find the way out again...
...why did I return?
P.M. Marc - Dec 14, 2007 10:54:49 am PST #8291 of 10002
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
I'm so, so sorry Jess.
beth b - Dec 14, 2007 11:01:28 am PST #8292 of 10002
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
very sorry, jessica
Glamcookie - Dec 14, 2007 11:06:13 am PST #8293 of 10002
I know my own heart and understand my fellow man. But I am made unlike anyone I have ever met. I dare to say I am like no one in the whole world. - Anne Lister
I'm so sorry Jessica.