Jayne ,'The Message'
[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.
Vortex =-- Animated Tick. We watched several of the first season and The Tick vs The Tick (which is my favorite). Actually he watched a few more since I kinda dozed off for a bit.
Of course relationships with people you met on the Internet never work out! That's why this board is just a figment of our imagination...
"We're all just in the mind of child who autism" -- SLBNRLF
It's off to the beach today! whoo a little bit of a road trip.
(((Shir))
{{{Shir}}}
"We're all just in the mind of child who autism" -- SLBNRLF
Then why aren't I a doctor?
Yup, regular pisspot of shunshine, that's me.
Hey there shunshine, a dose of motivation sent your way.
((Shir)) I'm so sorry for your loss.
Wooooooo Hoooooooo! Such a joy to read the happy news. Best wishes to the expanding tea family.
A bunch of friends is gonna do a get together which isn't a shiv'ah.
If you were Irish, that would be a wake. That's what I want: my friends drinking and telling stories about me, good or bad. I'm glad the funeral seemed to help you, Shir.
Yay for askye and the ax murderer from the internet!
I spilled beer on my keyboard last night and now the N sticks. I'm the reason I can't have nice things.
Ginger, I have a pathological need to clean my keyboard periodically...Mostly because I eat over/near it a lot of the time. Popping off all the buttons and swabbing under them can be zen fun. And then? It's a nice thing again!
{{{{{Shir}}}}}
JZ and I saw a stage adaptation of "The Monk" last night, which was as entirely baroquely gothic as one would expect. Most enjoyable.
We watched several of the first season and The Tick vs The Tick (which is my favorite)
The Tick vs. the common cold is my fave.
To tell stories, to comfort each other. I didn't want to go there at first, but now I'm thinking it might be nice.
When Bob died, after the funeral, a group of us hung out in the kitchen telling stories, playing music (Bob and his wife Christine were musicians), laughing, and crying. It was great- a real tribute to the joy he brought and the love we all had for him and each other. When Christine died a few months later I felt blessed to have had that time with her.
I hope that you are able to find some comfort there.