Yay, meara!
It's like, in the middle of all this, I'm paranoid that you'll think I don't like poetry.
Buffy ,'Empty Places'
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.
-t - Mar 23, 2010 8:04:02 am PDT #13624 of 30000
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
Daisy Jane - Mar 23, 2010 8:04:09 am PDT #13625 of 30000
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Congrats, meara!
~ma for Daniel. I hate when job stuff looks scary.
Nora Deirdre - Mar 23, 2010 8:07:49 am PDT #13626 of 30000
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
~ma for Daniel. I hate the attitude he's been dealing with there.
Hey, anyone want to buy MY (town)house? I need to sell it so I can move to New Orleans and open up a brewpub.
(congrats, meara!)
Shir - Mar 23, 2010 8:07:53 am PDT #13627 of 30000
"And that's why God Almighty gave us fire insurance and the public defender".
Yay meara!
And job~ma to Daniel.
Now, help me not to kill people who are messing up with my life, parents included. Thank you.
ChiKat - Mar 23, 2010 8:08:35 am PDT #13628 of 30000
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
~ma for Daniel.
And, yay, meara!!!
Sparky1 - Mar 23, 2010 8:09:25 am PDT #13629 of 30000
Librarian Warlord
~ma for Daniel.
help me not to kill people
we can help with alibis and disposal of the bodies
Stephanie - Mar 23, 2010 8:09:48 am PDT #13630 of 30000
Trust my rage
Yay meara! And don't worry, the What Have I Done feeling is normal.
Liese S. - Mar 23, 2010 8:12:46 am PDT #13631 of 30000
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Whoo, meara!
Connie Neil - Mar 23, 2010 8:19:19 am PDT #13632 of 30000
brillig
So, next Wednesday I have my very first surgery. Went to the doc to have him look at my right shoulder, which has become fussy. Turns out there's a cyst in the end of my clavicle (which I always think of as a musical instrument, because Well-Tempered Clavichord comes to mind) and he's going in to clean it out. We were doing range of motion tests, and he said, "Now put your right hand behind your back and see if that hurts." I'm not in the habit of putting my hands behind my back, so I tried and was startled to discover I couldn't.
Looking at the X-rays was amusing. He looks at the view from the top and says, "No arthritis, it looks like a good joint," then flips screens. "Or not," when he sees the end of the collarbone.
So he goes in next week with a scope to debride the area (I think), I take off a couple of days, and the week after I'm good for work with limitations on lifting for a while. This time Hubby has to sit in the waiting room. I'm more worried for him than for me, even though I hate the idea of someone poking new holes and instruments into my person.
Shir - Mar 23, 2010 8:27:20 am PDT #13633 of 30000
"And that's why God Almighty gave us fire insurance and the public defender".
Oh, Connie. Good luck. {{}}
I'm about to send the "our mutual friend A. thinks it's a good idea for us to reproduce date. State your feeding spot and opinions regarding serial comma and coriander", but then remembered that tact could come handy. Has, ahem, anybody got some? I'm shitty with this whole "being delicate" thing. I'm finding it much more comfortable being me, instead.
New people. I'm so good with scaring them away, I almost never think on how making 'em want to stay.