Mom wants Will the Circle be Unbroken (Arlo Guthrie version).
Riley ,'Conversations with Dead People'
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.
S says hi to everybody, by the way. She's feeling better, and they'll be doing a procedure in a little bit to hopefully locate and stop the bleeding.
Also, she says everyone should be sure to donate their organs when they die, please.
Does anyone else have songs picked out?
"Will the Circle Be Unbroken?" sung by drunken friends.
Also, she says everyone should be sure to donate their organs when they die, please.
Will do! But I don't think mine will be very useful, what with my weird blood type and all. Woo for being a universal receiver, boo for no one else being able to take my stuff.
Funny you should mention that, Jars. S is a universal receiver.
Just think of the weird person you might save, Jars...
I wonder about preserving organs. Is there any attempt to advance this at all? It would seem like Jars' innards should be preserved -- some weird person would need them eventually.
Oh, all my favorite hymns. And carols (even if its not Christmas. I really hope its not Christmas, actually)
I like how now it looks like Trudy thinks S is very weird...
::snuggles S::
::glares sternly at her untrustworthy innards::
Edit: S is weird! Very very weird! Just look who she's dating! t runs like hell
Shall we fling ourselves on your casket after it's been lowered into the ground?
"Hold off the earth a while so I may take her once more into my arms!"
We'll all be Laertes.
I was thinking more soap-opera-drama-queen rather than Actual Theatre(TM).
Shall we fling ourselves on your casket after it's been lowered into the ground?
This is exactly what I was about to type. Scary.
Great minds.
Does anyone else have songs picked out? Or am I the only morbid one?
R.E.M.'s "Shiny Happy People." Just to confuse people.
The Velvet Underground's "Sister Ray."
Robyn Hitchcock's "Where Do You Go When You Die?"
I was thinking AC/DC's "Highway to Hell," Violent Femmes' "Kiss Off," and "Leaving on a Jet Plane," performed by any lounge lizard.
(Okay, no. I don't care what music is played at my funeral, b/c it's for the loved ones, not for me. I won't be there. They can pick.)
Being an odd type just means that there other odd types out there desperate for your organs. Sadly, they won't take mine anymore.