Well I was having communications issues with him so the break up wasn't strictly about the hair but that was.... well you can't have a therapist you can't look at. And I had the overwhelming urge to ask if aliens abudcted him and replaced his brain with pudding.
Death is your art. You make it with your hands day after day. That final gasp, that look of peace. And part of you is desperate to know: What's it like? Where does it lead you? And now you see, that's the secret. Not the punch you didn't throw or the kicks you didn't land. She really wanted it. Every Slayer has a death wish. Even you.
Spike ,'Conversations with Dead People'
Spike's Bitches 42: Which question do you want me to answer first?
[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.
askye - Aug 10, 2008 12:11:33 pm PDT #817 of 10001
Thrive to spite them
erikaj - Aug 10, 2008 12:15:52 pm PDT #818 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
The stupid thing that doctors always do is act surprised that I've got CP, because it's a pediatric condition. Well, so's life. At first. Also stupid, my insurance is now looking in my medical records for proof that I need a wheelchair seat cushion. But I don't have a wounded butt because they always bought them before. Duh. I'm not really willing to get a pressure sore to teach them a lesson.
Ginger - Aug 10, 2008 12:18:06 pm PDT #819 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
because it's a pediatric condition
Huh? Do they think CP patients are like Peter Pan?
amych - Aug 10, 2008 12:18:33 pm PDT #820 of 10001
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
Wait, what? The CP was supposed to go away on your 18th birthday?
smonster - Aug 10, 2008 12:18:58 pm PDT #821 of 10001
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
sj, hope you feel better.
erika, I bet you've got enough stupid doctor stories to fill a lengthy tome.
Glad to hear Drew's mom is back home.
Still tweaking from caffeine & meds, arggh. It's making me feel like I have performance anxiety, which I don't.
Nora Deirdre - Aug 10, 2008 12:19:29 pm PDT #822 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
Thanks for the update and driveby, Kristin. Glad to hear that Drew's mom is out of the hospital.
I'm slounging watching L&O. don't wanna go back to work tomorrow!
sj - Aug 10, 2008 12:25:09 pm PDT #823 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
TCG is out for a walk and there is now a huge storm going on. Trying not to freak out.
erikaj - Aug 10, 2008 12:27:01 pm PDT #824 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
I don't know; maybe they got it confused with Duchenne's and expect me to be dead already. I said that more harshly than I needed to, but I'm really quite *shocked* at how little doctors understand, at even a factual level, about disability stuff. And I'm not even talking about empathy or sensitivity. CP is hardly exotic. Millions of us have it. I would have really guessed with all the biology and interning and everything it would be easier to talk to a doctor than a supermarket checker, but ime, it's not true.(maybe cause the checker takes your word for it.)
sj - Aug 10, 2008 12:30:24 pm PDT #825 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Of course as soon as I post, he comes home. Totally soaking wet, poor guy.
Strix - Aug 10, 2008 12:48:49 pm PDT #826 of 10001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
I have acheived biscuits and gravy. First time making it - thanks, mom, for phone help.
I would have completely spaced the need for flour. Also? I don't use four very often (like, maybe once a year? Maybe?) and when I open up the AIR-TIGHT tupperware container, there were dead little wormies! Gross! But I already had the grease and biscuits done, so I flipped 'em out, and reminded myself that there were only 4 or 5 little guys, and hey! weevils didn't hurt pirates or pioneers, right?
My brain hurts from about 5 hours of working on school stuff. I think I need to dye my hair and read something non-school-y.