{{{{beth and family}}}} I'm so, so sorry.
'Time Bomb'
Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[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.
In Dog news:
1. My dog is Lazarus. I left home this morning in tears, convinced that we'll put him to sleep today. I met him at the clinic, and he was happy, jumping, energetic. I do not know what kind of nuclear reactor is behind this dog, but God Dammit.
2. There is hope. Yay for alternative medicine!
3. I'll kill my sister. She didn't tell me that the dog's feeling better, and I spent an hour on the bus in tears (and leaving class early, telling my prof. that I think I have to put the dog down).
4. I'm exhausted. Didn't eat much today, since my stomach went 180 in me all day, thinking of letting go of my dog.
5. I have no idea how many people saw me crying today in uni. "A lot" starting to answer it.
6. Next: Food and shower.
Poor Shir. Yay for happy dog.
So sorry, beth.
Yay for energetic doggie!
I'm so sorry Beth.
P-C, I've decided you need to let your parents arrange a marriage for you so you can have abig wedding cause I just found a saree I want to buy and I have nowhere to wear it.
Better yet, why don't WE arrange a marriage for him?
Ooooh!! Yes!!
Find me my perfect woman! And/or brainwash Felicia Day.