Back from Haflaween. Good ghoulish fun. Just for the heck of it I dressed as a cheerleader for Satan. Pic is up on fb. Now I'm back at KBD's and he keeps calling me Abby (as in NCIS).
Now time to de-goth and de-makeup and get to bed.
Reavers ain't men. Or they forgot how to be. Now they're just nothing. They got out to the edge of the galaxy, to that place of nothing, and that's what they became.
Mal ,'Bushwhacked'
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.
smonster - Oct 24, 2009 6:56:07 pm PDT #27876 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
smonster - Oct 24, 2009 7:33:09 pm PDT #27877 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Barb, I finally got to look at the cake. I LOVE IT. Abby has fab taste.
Polter-Cow - Oct 24, 2009 8:36:35 pm PDT #27878 of 30000
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!
meara, I'm sorry that stupid drama is ruining your conference experience. I hope it improves and you can have a good time.
Hil R. - Oct 24, 2009 8:56:18 pm PDT #27879 of 30000
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
Sorry about the drama, meara.
There are drunk people shouting in the alley behind my building. As usual. And if I close my window, my apartment will get too hot.
Seska (the Watcher-in-Training) - Oct 24, 2009 11:54:59 pm PDT #27880 of 30000
"We're all stories, in the end. Just make it a good one, eh?"
Hairpats, meara. I hope the conference gets less stressful.
Stephanie, best wishes on the house, and congrats on putting in the offer.
Hil, wishing you a quieter rest-of-the-night. We have issues with loud, drunk people too, being on the edge of Hairpats, meara. I hope the conference gets less stressful.
Stephanie, best wishes on the house, and congrats on putting in the offer.
Hil, wishing you a quieter rest-of-the-night. We have issues with loud, drunk people too, being on the edge of Camden, one of the busiest areas in London.
Hil R. - Oct 25, 2009 4:37:21 am PDT #27881 of 30000
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
Bleargh. Woke up with a nosebleed, again. I guess I should see a doctor about this.
Shir - Oct 25, 2009 5:14:43 am PDT #27882 of 30000
"And that's why God Almighty gave us fire insurance and the public defender".
Sigh. Tino is after me today, full speed ahead.
Also, it's driving me crazy when my sociology teachers referring to the twisting of historical facts beyond recognition as open mind.
Dude, that's not an open mind. That's not even imagination. That's just bullshit, unless they have some piece of time machine I'd like to examine, if they keep referring to the 17th, 18th and 19th century as the early 20th century.
And people don't understand why I'm so mad at them.
Laura - Oct 25, 2009 5:29:09 am PDT #27883 of 30000
Our wings are not tired.
{{meara}} It is not right when meara can't be flirty and fun.
Stephanie, I've done the offer thing a few times now and it is always nerve wracking and nausea inducing. The challenge of balancing career, child raising, and marriage can be nerve wracking and nausea inducing too.
Sorry about the nose, Hil. Do you think it might be season change related?
sj - Oct 25, 2009 6:28:12 am PDT #27884 of 30000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
(((Meara)))
(((Hil)))
House-ma, Stephanie!
We're headed to a Renaissance Fair today! I'm looking forward to it. I haven't been in years.
Polter-Cow - Oct 25, 2009 7:19:54 am PDT #27885 of 30000
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!
"When are you coming?"
"I'm not coming."
"What do you mean, not coming? Not coming doesn't work!"
"Of course it works; why wouldn't it work?"
"Okay, you do what you want, bye."
Then he calls back, furious and yelling about how I think I'm above everyone and I don't ever do what they say. He yells at me for talking "like this," and I inform him that he's the one who's yelling, for the record, and he says that's because he's been nice up until now, but now I'm talking nonsense. All other children, when they visit home, they go straight to their families. He said before that I could take the day to do whatever and then come home. I say I gave them four days, and I reserved this day to spend here, doing whatever, it didn't matter. The other night, though, he told me to come home and I agreed, didn't I? Yeah, because he always does this. He says I have all the freedom in the world in California, does anyone come and bother me there? Why do you think I don't come here, I say, I have no freedom. So I don't want to be part of the family? When did I say that? He's the one who's always saying that. So they shouldn't think of me and include me in their plans? No, they should ask me and respect my decision if I say no, that's how it works. Oh, sure, that's how it works. Well, if I don't have time for family, he will come to the airport and bring the stuff. What stuff? I have all the stuff that I need to take back. I don't have ALL the stuff, apparently. If I have time for the family, I can come home, and if I don't, I can let him know when I'm getting to the airport so he can come bring the stuff. Okay.
That went...differently than expected. He was pissed. Perhaps if he'd brought up the fact that there was stuff involved earlier, we could have had a more practical conversation. I stayed calm through most of it, only raising my voice a few times, whereas he was yelling at me the whole time.
I'm packing up the laptop now and won't be checking b.org the rest of the day, probably. If anyone with my phone number wants to respond, feel free to call. I'm not sure what I'm going to do yet.