Steph, dear. Quick health~ma to you.
Cordelia: I get it now. You're all spies. Probably all Russian. And you've brainwashed me, and want me to believe we're friends so I'll spill the beans about some nano-technology thingy that you want. Gunn: So I look Russian to you? Cordelia: Black Russian. Angel: That's a drink.
'Hell Bound'
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.
Shir - Dec 20, 2008 9:03:51 am PST #5183 of 10000
"And that's why God Almighty gave us fire insurance and the public defender".
Laura - Dec 20, 2008 9:04:47 am PST #5184 of 10000
This too shall pass.
Oh dear, Teppy. May you get some peaceful rest. I hope the dinner can be rescheduled.
Steph L. - Dec 20, 2008 9:04:58 am PST #5185 of 10000
It's actually been a really hard year, when you stop and do the math. Eliot would cry, too, if it didn't take him seventy minutes of therapy, two cocktails, and a Sondheim medley before he can experience a human emotion through the haze of his PTSD.
I think things are more or less calmed down, and I'm hydrated, so as long as I stick to clear liquids, I'll be fine.
But thanks for the well wishes -- I'll take them!
Lee - Dec 20, 2008 9:05:54 am PST #5186 of 10000
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Damn, Teppy. That REALLY sucks.
Steph L. - Dec 20, 2008 9:06:53 am PST #5187 of 10000
It's actually been a really hard year, when you stop and do the math. Eliot would cry, too, if it didn't take him seventy minutes of therapy, two cocktails, and a Sondheim medley before he can experience a human emotion through the haze of his PTSD.
Right? The worst part is it means no Magic Beer until at least tomorrow, possibly Monday.
Feh. Beer is a clear liquid.
Ginger - Dec 20, 2008 9:06:58 am PST #5188 of 10000
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
What a dreadful night. Universe, it's time to lay off our Teppy and go bother Dick Cheney.
Lee - Dec 20, 2008 9:08:23 am PST #5189 of 10000
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Right? The worst part is it means no Magic Beer until at least tomorrow, possibly Monday.
Nooooooo.
I shall have to have one or two for you, in that case.
Laga - Dec 20, 2008 9:15:38 am PST #5190 of 10000
You should know I'm a big deal in the Resistance.
I thought beer was good for your digestion.
Nora Deirdre - Dec 20, 2008 9:15:55 am PST #5191 of 10000
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
Aw, crap, Steph. What a crappy continuation of a horrible health month. Feel better soon...
Atropa - Dec 20, 2008 9:25:46 am PST #5192 of 10000
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
Oh Steph, you poor lady. I hope you feel better soon.