Speaking of cute, Matilda is like a totally big girl now. Kids are growing right under my nose! This must stop!
Mal: He calls back, you keep them occupied. Wash: What do I do, shadow puppets?
'The Message'
Spike's Bitches 41: Thrown together to stand against the forces of darkness
[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.
megan walker - Jun 07, 2008 5:17:13 pm PDT #2468 of 10001
"What kind of magical sunshine and lollipop world do you live in? Because you need to be medicated."-SFist
Fay - Jun 07, 2008 5:27:52 pm PDT #2469 of 10001
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.
Okay, damn, right now I pretty much want to empty my bank account, get on a 'plane and go round up Tom and Allyson and...well, okay, not hug them breathless or snog them to death, because - personal bubbles and no vodka. But quite possibly turn up on doorsteps, smile shyly and do some awkward Sochul Skillz: I'm doing 'em wrong head-ducking and then track down their respective parents and whack them repeatedly with crowbars (futile and unempathetic as that might be).
Jesus, you guys. I'm furious that you got dealt such fucking lousy cards, and weeping uselessly at your guts in working on dealing with the fallout. Stupid fucking universe. Stupid fucking Orcs.
You are both LOVELY, and eminently desirable and loveable and likeable, and you both deserve VERY MUCH BETTER than you've been handed so far.
Seriously. Crowbar. ijs.
(They'd never see it coming! Eccentrically clad Englishwoman with crowbar. And witnesses would just be all "...there was a hat...she had these ruby slippers, there was this silk handbag - actually, it all co-ordinated kind of disturbingly well - oh, and a big ass... her face? Damn. No, didn't notice, too busy staring at the hat..." and then I'd be off to Thailand, disguised in sneakers and jeans, cackling quietly to myself. Possibly murmuring something about burning baby fishes.)
...yeah, okay. Two wrongs blah blah blah healing process blah blah blah. I'm still thinking crowbar.
Hil R. - Jun 07, 2008 5:31:20 pm PDT #2470 of 10001
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
This Feasting on Asphalt marathon is great. Though Kool-Aid pickles still weird me out.
WindSparrow - Jun 07, 2008 5:35:11 pm PDT #2471 of 10001
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
sj - Jun 07, 2008 5:45:22 pm PDT #2472 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
I don't know whether to be scared or delighted at the image of crowbar wielding Fay.
SailAweigh - Jun 07, 2008 5:54:19 pm PDT #2473 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
Personally, I believe she should be wielding an umbrella with a sharpened steel point at the end. It goes with the hat.
SuziQ - Jun 07, 2008 5:56:28 pm PDT #2474 of 10001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
I don't know whether to be scared or delighted at the image of crowbar wielding Fay.
I'm more disturbed by the image of Fay in jeans and sneakers.
sumi - Jun 07, 2008 5:57:24 pm PDT #2475 of 10001
Art Crawl!!!
Ooh, we need a comic book with Crowbar Wielding Fay as the superhero!
Connie Neil - Jun 07, 2008 6:00:29 pm PDT #2476 of 10001
brillig
Crowbar Wielding Fay as the superhero!
In her exciting global travels accompanied by the fabulous Cat Daniel, International Cat of Mystery.
Burrell - Jun 07, 2008 6:06:15 pm PDT #2477 of 10001
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!
I'm quite certain that most of my friends are far more amazing, interesting, and wonderful than I could ever pretend to be, and since I can never claim to deserve their friendship I am always grateful for it.
No, recovery is like verdamndt housework. You sweep, you make beds, you mop floors, you shine windows, you dust. But at no one point can you *stop* and say, "I'm done! It's perfect, I don't have to do any of that again."
So true. I think grief is the same way. Every day I find myself picking up moments that remind me of my mom or my dad and of how much I miss them. And of how wonderful they were to me, especially my mom who just totally understood me.