Poor Hil. I'm sorry that you aren't getting anywhere with Student Health, and that you can't even get to the farmers' market.
Mal: That's not what I saw. You like to tell me what really happened? Book: I surely would. And maybe someday I will.
'Safe'
Spike's Bitches 44: It's about the rules having changed.
[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.
WindSparrow - Aug 19, 2009 11:55:53 am PDT #20085 of 30000
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.
smonster - Aug 19, 2009 12:06:33 pm PDT #20086 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Hil, I'm so sorry about your ankle and about the frustration at the doctor's office.
Daisy Jane - Aug 19, 2009 12:27:45 pm PDT #20087 of 30000
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
brain hurt. Send upgraded model please. I'm trying to figure out the spring calendar for work. We have 3 shows in rotating repertory for a few months (rehearse show A, tech show A while rehearsing show B; then perform show A while teching show B and rehearsing show C; then perform show A & B while teching show C; then perform all 3 shows). Then in the middle of all that, we start a rehearse/tech/perform another show on the big stage downstairs. I get the feeling sleep will be a luxury come Feb 17 - Apr 23, 2010.
That sounds like my work calendar! Stuff A goes out while B is developed while gathering assets for C while D is being planned.
It's making it hard to remember which week I'm in.
omnis_audis - Aug 19, 2009 12:30:03 pm PDT #20088 of 30000
omnis, pursue. That's an order from a shy woman who can use M-16. - Shir
It's making it hard to remember which week I'm in.Hell week(s). It will be very reminiscent of the schedule at my old theater.
Seska (the Watcher-in-Training) - Aug 19, 2009 12:33:48 pm PDT #20089 of 30000
"We're all stories, in the end. Just make it a good one, eh?"
I was a Scout till eighth grade, I think. Excellent way to meet and be more like AB girls.
*snerk*
Aims - Aug 19, 2009 1:09:56 pm PDT #20090 of 30000
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Windsors? Saxe-Coburg-Gothas? Bah!
*gasp!*
StuntHusband - Aug 19, 2009 1:36:04 pm PDT #20091 of 30000
Electromagnetic candy! - Stark
I'm all for Plantagenets! As long as it's Eleanor, and she looks like Kate Hepburn.
javachik - Aug 19, 2009 1:44:19 pm PDT #20092 of 30000
Our wings are not tired.
Aims, you really need to go to my uni graduation with me next year. I'll let you go up and collect my diploma from HRH The Princess Royal.
(awww, turns out that "little" Princess Beatrice is now attending Goldsmiths, my alma mater)
Aims - Aug 19, 2009 1:45:48 pm PDT #20093 of 30000
Shit's all sorts of different now.
YES!!! PLEASE!!!
Barb - Aug 19, 2009 1:53:20 pm PDT #20094 of 30000
“Not dead yet!”
::wanders in, faceplants, holds hand out pitifully in hopes that a Strong Drink will magically appear::
Lord y'all, I'm skippity skipping. Just assume that anyone who needs hugs, snuggles, and/or gropes is getting them from me.
After eleven/twelve straight hours yesterday of the deification of my father (complete with an attempt at Big Guilt, which, WTF?), today's menu had us moving on to the Prince of Darkness, featuring the immortal quote, "I never knew bipolar people could be so difficult."
Considering I was driving at the time, it's a miracle we didn't end up in a ditch. I've been pretty good about the noncommittal murmured reply because seriously, I don't want to engage, but that one actually got a completely spontaneous, "What?!" from me. I mean, first off, my brother's not just bipolar, he's really, really freakin' bipolar who went undiagnosed for entirely too long because of an enabling mother. Add in drug abuse and I suspect a healthy shot of paranoid schizophrenia, really the bipolar is just the tip of the iceberg.
And then she tried to pin it on the fact that he didn't like sleeping alone when he was a little boy.
Right, then.
She's reduced me to blasting Eric Carmen's "All By Myself" just out of sheer desperation and wishful thinking.