Thanks, all. I've been waiting for a call or email for a while now, so I'm okay. I sent up a quick prayer for my dad to be on the lookout. Of course, knowing my dad, he'll ask Paul why he never asked me out :)
I'm a single undead gal trying to make it in the big city. I have to start somewhere and they're evil here. They don't judge. They've got necro-tempered glass. No burning up. A great medical plan, and who needs dental more than us?
Harmony ,'Conviction (1)'
Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
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Vortex - Apr 25, 2010 5:39:24 pm PDT #17149 of 30000
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
smonster - Apr 25, 2010 5:41:06 pm PDT #17150 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Fuck cancer.
And fuck Aims' fucking uncle fucker.
Fuck.
javachik - Apr 25, 2010 5:41:55 pm PDT #17151 of 30000
Our wings are not tired.
I disagree with Sayers completely.
Vortex, I am sorry.
Strix - Apr 25, 2010 5:44:18 pm PDT #17152 of 30000
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
Vortex, Ginger, so sorry about the sad news.
billytea - Apr 25, 2010 5:44:38 pm PDT #17153 of 30000
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
I'm sorry, Vortex. And Aims.
SailAweigh - Apr 25, 2010 6:04:31 pm PDT #17154 of 30000
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
I am so sorry for your loss, Vortex. Fuck cancer, indeed.
Steph L. - Apr 25, 2010 6:04:55 pm PDT #17155 of 30000
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
Of course, knowing my dad, he'll ask Paul why he never asked me out :)
Well, sure! He's still a *dad,* regardless of his state of existence. My dad will be fixing people's cars and mowing their lawns in the afterlife. I'm sure of it.
Aims - Apr 25, 2010 6:05:38 pm PDT #17156 of 30000
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Vortex, I am so sorry. Eff cancer in the a.
Vortex - Apr 25, 2010 6:15:49 pm PDT #17157 of 30000
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
Paul was that guy that I could see myself marrying after we got all of our various shit out of the way. He was good looking, charming, smooth, former spook and current US Marshal - big box o' sexy. He often told me that I was his only female friend, and we had friends who refused to believe that we hadn't slept together (which always made me laugh. I once said to one of them "I can understand why you'd think that I'd lie about it, but why would he lie about NOT sleeping with a woman" and the friend said "I don't know, but I can't believe that he never slept with a woman as hot as you").
Of course, now I regret not sleeping with him.:) The opportunity came up more than once, but we always decided against it. That's why our friendship was so strong.
He refused to let me visit him after he gone home for treatment, he didn't want anyone to see him when he was sick, and I respected that. I can't regret that, I wanted to remember him as the supersuave ladies' man that I loved, not wasting away in a hospital.
Beverly - Apr 25, 2010 6:16:05 pm PDT #17158 of 30000
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Vortex, I'm so sorry. Strength and comfort to his family and the people who loved him, especially you. Your dad will no doubt be an excellent guide.
Ginger, it's never easy, and Sayers is so very right. I'm sorry someone you know has lost a father.
Aims, I'm so sorry for your uncle. I'm surprised he's still standing, and with his epidermis intact, after the psychic blast Bitches have aimed at him on your behalf.