'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
[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.
Crohn's diseaseOne of my best friends has this, and yes, I'd considered it. But yeah, don't want that to be the focus on the character.
I got the impression that the disease shouldn't have other issue besides the brief hospital stays.I think it would have some issues--restricted activity or food or some such.
cystic fibrosis
Any of you read Alex: The Life of a Child? [link] I read it in my teens and it about broke me.
Crohn's disease
An exBF suffers. He's been in and out of hospital since childhood. He lives an otherwise (mostly) normal life...great job, serious gym rat and cyclist...but suffers almost constantly.
His mother also has the condition...which leads to weird attachment/detachment issues between them.
Really interesting, really.
well my life just changed- my roommate's new guitar has arrived.
"I just became five points cooler."
"Want to hold it? You can be as cool as me for a few seconds."
We swaer a blue streak, my parents swear a blue streak, and I agree with everyone on everything.
swaer
I like this typo. Sounds sorta' old English, or maybe Latin.
With going to Catholic school and the nature of my parents it was high school before I saw lots of words that I had not seen before and had no clue what they meant. My kids not so sheltered.
When I was in 9th grade, I went to a public school for the first time. Some kid called me a faggot and I didn't know what it meant. Later I called a friend that.
I learned an important lesson - it's a Bad Idea to call people words when you don't know what they mean.
"No, mommy, it's holy shit!"
You can't fool that kid.
I remember the first time I accidentally said "fuck" to my mother, during a call home from college. I got a long "is this what you're learning in college" speech. My mother will now occasionally use the word "bitch" in tones of great daring.
If college hadn't already taught me to swear, I would have learned as a reporter. Generally speaking, a city editor wouldn't even look up until you'd used at least 10 swear words.
My mom says "damn" and, rarely, "shit." Never when I was a kid. The only time I have ever said "fuck" in front of my mom was around age 17 when I dropped something as I was trying to get out the door. The look on her face was so utterly terrifying that I fell over myself apologizing before I escaped.
Too bad my good upbringing didn't fucking take.