But yeah if I was seriously proposing "fuck" as a thread title I'd post it in bureaucracy.
Well, my days of not taking you seriously are certainly coming to a middle.
Mal ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Spike's Bitches 43: Who am I kidding? I love to brag.
[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.
Laga - Dec 12, 2008 7:43:43 am PST #4261 of 10000
You should know I'm a big deal in the Resistance.
Steph L. - Dec 12, 2008 7:45:59 am PST #4262 of 10000
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
PLEASE DON'T do the exceedingly exuberant enthusiastic dogpile of exclamations of my name and all manner of bracket-y glitter-accompanied welcomes.
Seriously.
Because while I know they're done with love, they overwhelm me and will make me flee.
Seriously.
For the sake of my mental health let's just all act like I've been here all along, please?
So, uh, yo. 'Sup?
Scrappy - Dec 12, 2008 7:46:36 am PST #4263 of 10000
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
Did someone say something?
Lee - Dec 12, 2008 7:48:12 am PST #4264 of 10000
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Can we say you suck?
DavidS - Dec 12, 2008 7:50:22 am PST #4265 of 10000
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
'sup, Dude.
::terrorist knucklebump::
Steph L. - Dec 12, 2008 7:50:22 am PST #4266 of 10000
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
Can we say you suck?
I would expect nothing less than your silly misguided lies.
Nora Deirdre - Dec 12, 2008 7:51:05 am PST #4267 of 10000
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
How've you been doing, Tep?
(eta: feel free to ignore if you don't want to deal with answering...)
Amy - Dec 12, 2008 7:54:21 am PST #4268 of 10000
Because books.
::notices a Teppy::
::waves oh-so casually::
Nora Deirdre - Dec 12, 2008 7:57:02 am PST #4269 of 10000
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
I for serious have to check to see if we won the lottery. I am so done with this working for a living crap.
Steph L. - Dec 12, 2008 7:59:39 am PST #4270 of 10000
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
Brain is okay on Wellbutrin; however, I jacked my back up something AWFUL 2 weeks ago, and I'm doped out of my MIND on flexiril, percocet, and steroids.
The doctor thinks it's *probably* not a herniated disc (if it is, I can't begin to express how much I'm going to lose my mind), but just a horrible inflamed muscle pressing on my sciatic nerve.
It all happened because I had a panic attack at the gym, and thought that if I RAN around the track (rather than walked, which is what I normally do), I would exhaust myself and therefore burn out the panic.
What I didn't know -- learn from my experience, kids -- is that raising your heart rate (like, say, from RUNNING) is the LAST thing a person with a panic attack should do.
So I still had the panic attack and got the horrible blinding sciatic pain in the bargain.
No panic attacks since then, but I chalk that up to the lovely calming effects of the flexiril/percocet cocktail.
I just started the steroids 2 days ago, so they should be kicking in any minute now. Which would be lovely, since I can barely stand upright today. Yesterday I was fine, and even went shopping and tried on clothes, etc. Today? Pain city. Like, try to take a step and collapse in pain on the floor.
The pets just looked over disdainfully, because I interrupted their morning naps, and then they went right back to sleep, while I crawled to the bedroom (hand to god, I was on all fours) for the heating pad and opiate painkillers.
I think the warranty on my back ran out, or something.