Jayne ,'War Stories'
[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.
Aimée, I am so sorry that you're having such a rotten time with your boss and are generally so overwhelmed. Does it help that we love you a lot?
It helps more than words can express. I think that if I hadn't had Buffistas for as long as I have, I would be a small pile of goo residing in a Wizard of Oz cookie jar somewhere.
It helps more than words can express. I think that if I hadn't had Buffistas for as long as I have, I would be a small pile of goo residing in a Wizard of Oz cookie jar somewhere.{{{{Aimée}}}} I hear ya, babe.
Poor Aimee. Lots of punctuation for you.
FUCK.
Hit the wrong button and accidenatlly paid the ENTIRE balance on the heat and electric bill instead of just the past due.
Fuck fuck fuck.
Well.
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At least we're caught up on those, right? So we got that goin' fer us.
As screw-ups go, it's benign. Sorry things are so tight, though. I'm there right now, and it's NFG.
(((Aimee)))
{{Aims}}}
Oh crap, Aimee. I know that feeling all too well.
At least it'll stop the collection calls, I guess.
I also had chicken pox as a kid, for two weeks, right as my sister was getting over it. I remember being put in footie pajamas and mittens, even though it was July, so that I wouldn't scratch, and taking oatmeal baths a few times a day. I've still got a bunch of scars.
The mother of a kid I grew up with had polio as a kid, and had a lot of physical problems as an adult.