I like warm, but not warmth that clings like you're swaddled and can't get out. Yuck.
Precisely. It's hot and I can't get out breathe!
We die horribly and painfully, you go to hell and I spend eternity in the arms of baby Jesus.
Gunn ,'Not Fade Away'
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.
Cass - Jun 28, 2008 10:29:16 pm PDT #5238 of 10001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
billytea - Jun 28, 2008 10:51:49 pm PDT #5239 of 10001
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
I've taken two more Benedryl and am sitting around feeling sorry for myself and annoyed with the insect world.
Your new mantra: "Look, I love the environment, but it's hurting my eyes!"
Cass - Jun 28, 2008 11:15:05 pm PDT #5240 of 10001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
"Look, I love the environment, but it's hurting my eyes!"
I call that pollen. Fucking trees.
meara - Jun 28, 2008 11:16:58 pm PDT #5241 of 10001
Yeah, WTF is up with the sudden hot for Pride weekend? I was all excited to finally have a Pride weekend where I wasn't sweating my ass off, but nooooooooooo. Though I did appreciate that at least it wasn't humid?
Went to the dyke march. Marched around. It was much more speechifying (beforehand) than I'm used to. BOOOOOOOORING. Skipped out in the middle ot have a drink with T (aka "Wallflower"). Fun. Then we marched. So, less anarchy than the DC one, but lots more people. Less chanting than I'm used to, too. I got some cheers going, which was fun, but couldn't remember most of the ones we used to chant (the favorite was "2-4-6-8, don't assume your daughter's straight, she's not, she's not, she's not she's not she's not", but "10% is not enough recruit recruit recruit" was also popular).
Eventually ended up back at my place with T and R (the "trolling for hos" one) for some drinks, snacks, and chatting. And then we headed out for dancing. Where OH MY GOD it was A FREAKING SWEATBATH. It must've been 100 degrees and so freaking humid in the club. I just about had heatstroke, adn I was wearing a small t shirt and a miniskirt. I left the other two there (though after some of our friends) and came home and took a cold shower. Good god.
Tomorrow, more pridefulness.
billytea - Jun 28, 2008 11:36:01 pm PDT #5242 of 10001
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
I call that pollen. Fucking trees.
Literally.
sj - Jun 29, 2008 3:37:43 am PDT #5243 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
(((sj))), hugs for you, sucessful surgery wishes to your nephew. Try to breathe, and trust the doctors. I know you can't really stop worrying, but put that energy to something useful. Make something to send him, or his mom and/or older brother. And don't let yourself get caught in the spiral of worry--do something else when you realize you're futzing over things you can't affect. (((you))) again, just because.
Thanks, Beverly. You know me too well, with the worry. The surgery is actually going to be here in MA, so that it can be done by the same doctor who did his original surgery. So, I should be able to dote on him and spoil him a bit before he heads back home.
vw bug - Jun 29, 2008 3:42:00 am PDT #5244 of 10001
Mostly lurking...
Fucking trees.
In more ways than one!
GC, more hugs for your loss, but also YAYs for the new kitty! SO cute! CBD also thinks she is quite cute.
I missed Hec's birthday! Happy Belated Birthday, Hec!
{{{sj}}} I hope everything goes well for your nephew.
There was more, but I haven't had enough coffee yet.
WindSparrow - Jun 29, 2008 4:15:17 am PDT #5245 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.
The kid needing surgery is a sack full of lemons. This:
So, I should be able to dote on him and spoil him a bit before he heads back home.is the pitcher, water, ice and sugar.
ETA: Yeah, that was probably a really dumb thing to say. But I'm really glad you will be able to be there for them, sj.
Susan W. - Jun 29, 2008 6:09:26 am PDT #5246 of 10001
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights
In conclusion: WTF. No, really. WTF.
Yeah. Thursday and Friday were perfect days. This is gross. I mean, it could be worse. The humidity is low, and aside from the pollen the air is pretty good (the sky is blue and not hazy white, yesterday at least you could still see all the mountains clearly), but ugh. And why are all our heat waves falling on weekends this year? At work the AC is strong and I don't have to pay for it. Here we have a window unit that more or less makes the first floor livable but does nothing for the second, and I know I'll be feeling the pain again in my electric bill soon.
omnis_audis - Jun 29, 2008 8:38:15 am PDT #5247 of 10001
omnis, pursue. That's an order from a shy woman who can use M-16. - Shir
Omnis, that's great news about the potential work! Would it be in LA? If so, I'm even more excited.Yup, it would be LA more than likely. They also do the Toronto Film Festival, so it could be there too. But LA! YAY!
Fucking trees.I thought the problem was reversed? Trees Fucking.. grrr!
Yeah, WTF is up with the sudden hot for Pride weekend?It's always HAWT for Pride Week! Nature just finally caught on, that's all.