Sorry, Barb. Like ChiKat said.
Sometimes I miss having powers... Oh. Oh! I know what this is! This is peer pressure! Any second now you're gonna make me smoke tobacco and--and have drugs!
Anya ,'Showtime'
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.
Gudanov - May 10, 2010 11:23:27 am PDT #18781 of 30000
Coding and Sleeping
amych - May 10, 2010 11:25:12 am PDT #18782 of 30000
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
They suck, you don't, and when the book is a fabulous success you can wave it in their faces.
umm, not that I'm at all petty or vengeful.
Zenkitty - May 10, 2010 12:12:58 pm PDT #18783 of 30000
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
when the book is a fabulous success you can wave it in their faces
Oh, I so would.
Leo is home! He seems mostly his usual self, he's eaten a little, gotten petted, and is checking out the house. Percy sniffed him suspiciously, got freaked out presumably at the smell of "hospital", and is now sulking under the table. I'm "cooking" a cheapo pizza and settling in with a diet coke & black cherry vodka. Vet said to expect Leo to have diarrhea tonight, so I'm bracing myself.
smonster - May 10, 2010 12:27:19 pm PDT #18784 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Barb, what a PITA.
I've spent pretty much all day on the couch with a raging headache to accompany my nasty mood. And I slept through therapy, which I will likely have to pay for anyway.
Not the best day ever, really.
Barb - May 10, 2010 12:30:14 pm PDT #18785 of 30000
“Not dead yet!”
I've spent pretty much all day on the couch with a raging headache to accompany my nasty mood. And I slept through therapy, which I will likely have to pay for anyway.
::snuggles with smonster on the Shitty Monday couch::
Thanks for the hairpats, guys. Like I said, I know intellectually, I'm better off, but damn... it just hits me like a punch in the stomach every time I have to look at that goddamned letter.
I mean, you'd think the fact that I've "proved them wrong" by selling the book again would be enough, but... not quite so much.
At least not yet.
Probably because in the back of my mind I'm thinking that it only proves them wrong if it becomes really, really NYT, suck-it A-Rod successful and let's face it, the chances of that happening are right up there with three dudes wandering by saying "See a star, dude?"
Fuckers.
Daisy Jane - May 10, 2010 12:35:41 pm PDT #18786 of 30000
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Gah, smonster, I am so sorry for your day. I hope in whatever way possible it picks up for you. I know that when I have days like that, I can sometimes spiral, and it's not pretty.
Sometimes I have to literally jog myself out of it.
Cass - May 10, 2010 12:39:41 pm PDT #18787 of 30000
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
I am sorry for the rough day, smonster. I would share my snuggle couch but I'm sick so maybe not. But can I snuggle you from afar?
smonster - May 10, 2010 1:16:30 pm PDT #18788 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Watching Buffy on Logo. Bargaining.
Frankie needs a walk. Maybe that will help.
Beverly - May 10, 2010 1:21:37 pm PDT #18789 of 30000
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Zen, if the cats continue to be suspicious of each other, one trick is to run your hands through their kibble, then pet one of the cats, then repeat and pet the other cat. Hmmm, other cat smells like familiar food. Not bad.
Feel betters to smonster, Barb, Cass, Pix, and Max, too. Yay for Hagrid rescuers! And yay, Hil!
Strix - May 10, 2010 1:22:25 pm PDT #18790 of 30000
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
::snuggles with smonster on the Shitty Monday couch::
Dude, I am sitting here with you.
I had a panic attack at the thought of going into class tonight, and cancelled, like a big coward. I FEEL myself going into a depresso 'sode (yes, I called to find a therapist.)
It's ridiculous, that I am, I dunno, in love and newly married on the one hand, and paralyzed with panic and depression on the other. My brain is so fucking ILLOGICAL. I hates it.
UGHGROSSSMASH.