Iron~ma to you, Bonny. You'll do great.
I get confused. I remember everything. I remember too much, and... some of it's made up, and... some of it can't be quantified, and... there's secrets.
River ,'Safe'
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.
Ginger - Apr 21, 2010 5:06:38 am PDT #16742 of 30000
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Glamcookie - Apr 21, 2010 5:19:17 am PDT #16743 of 30000
I know my own heart and understand my fellow man. But I am made unlike anyone I have ever met. I dare to say I am like no one in the whole world. - Anne Lister
Go bonny! You can do it!
smonster - Apr 21, 2010 5:33:53 am PDT #16744 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Shir, there is also a website where you can create a virtual memorial to a pet, if such a thing appeals to you. [link]
Flow, bonny, flow!
Dana - Apr 21, 2010 5:46:00 am PDT #16745 of 30000
I haven't trusted science since I saw the film "Flubber."
Someone outside of my office is hacking like they're dying. It's very distracting.
Steph L. - Apr 21, 2010 6:02:08 am PDT #16746 of 30000
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
In editing, I've come across the best name ever: van der Crabben. It's just begging to be used when teasing someone who's cranky: "Looks like Mr. van der Crabben didn't get enough sleep!" Or "Watch out for Baroness van der Crabben today!"
Vortex - Apr 21, 2010 6:06:14 am PDT #16747 of 30000
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
I think what I'm missing is the plans I had in my head to hang out with him as he became an old man.
oh, how I know this feeling, sweetie! For example, I know that if/when I ever get married it will be incredibly bittersweet for me because no one would have been more happy for me than him.
ChiKat - Apr 21, 2010 7:26:05 am PDT #16748 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?
{{ND}} I am so sorry. Love to you.
{{Shir}} All kinds of peace and love to you.
bonny, you go woman!
omnis_audis - Apr 21, 2010 7:36:50 am PDT #16749 of 30000
omnis, pursue. That's an order from a shy woman who can use M-16. - Shir
Go Bonny Go! Flow Bonny Flow! If you can do it, Zen can!! Life! Life! Gift of Life!! Rah!
:: flailing summersault with a perfect 4 point landing, pom poms all a flutter ::
WindSparrow - Apr 21, 2010 7:46:31 am PDT #16750 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.
Cheers for those who are giving the Gift of Life today, many wishes for a smooth process for you.
Shir - Apr 21, 2010 7:55:38 am PDT #16751 of 30000
"And that's why God Almighty gave us fire insurance and the public defender".
Thanks. I'm trying to take baby steps away from it, slowly.
Getting out of my clothes with his fur and blood was the first step last night. It took me 20 minutes to convince myself to do so.
Now I finished scrubbing most of his blood out of my carpet (we're talking about this carpet [link] , so you see where the problem is. Too much red as is). Later I'm gonna throw to the laundry the pajama with his smell.
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Tomorrow/the day after tomorrow I'm gonna clean my room and replace the sheets on my bed, with his smell (he slept in my bed every now and then).
No matter how hard I try, I'm not gonna get rid of his fur in the next few months. Impossible. It's everywhere.
So, baby steps.
I'm also really glad we stayed with him till the very end. I petted him even when he was unconscious, and I think that if I didn't see him dead, I'd still think somewhere that he might be still alive. Because he fought to the last second, my guy, so there's a part of me thinking that he's not dead. And I'm glad that even with the having-to-climb-the-stairs-while-nearly-dying, he chose to start to end his life in my room. He always felt most comfortable here.