The Mayor ,'End of Days'
[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.
I still secretly wish he'd be at the gate as soon as I get there.
I still want my father to meet me right at the door of the plane. I've been horribly spoilt. One time, he had a car pull up on the tarmac and whisk us off from there. Coolest arrival ever.
honey - you are a dirty, dirty man and I can't believe you just had that thought.
Wasn't me this time.
....
Shit.
Y'all, I'm so tired I get motion sickness if I turn my head too fast. I know those of you with chronic insomnia and/or small children will have little sympathy, but gah.
Oh, I have sympathy. Just precious little ways to fix it.
I want Vortex's house elf when I am sick.
I want epic painkillers now. Jesus not sleeping well (or, you know, much at all) and a killer back ache are a bad combination. I applied Tylenol and lots of Advil and a heat pack.
Wasn't me this time.
Whoops.
Oh, I have sympathy. Just precious little ways to fix it.
I could fix it a lot faster had I not adopted my beloved and adorable dog. Cats are much more forgiving of me coming home and collapsing.
Cats are much more forgiving of me coming home and collapsing.
Because you are then convenient for climbing upon and settling onto.
Who's going to see the 20 Years of Bloodletting concert in 10 days??
Me too! Well, in 14 days.
I know that we're off the Bieber, but Forklift Driver Pimps His Ride for Bieber
When I am sick, I want to be left alone. House elves should bring me tea, ginger ale, and/or cold OJ without comment. They should quietly pick up the used tissues that are piled up on the table or that have been flung somewhat near the trash can. They should not ask how I'm feeling or if I need anything. I will let them know.
Vortex is me when it comes to being sick.
I feel like I have to take care of whomever is around when I'm sick and just. don't. wanna.
For whatever reason, I've been dramatically disappointed by the people around me when I haven't felt well. Especially the ones who ask what I need and then resent when I actually answer the question. My favorite was the (otherwise) good guy, who insisted in asking what I needed (three times), then responded to my request for crackers and gingerale (the CVS is two blocks away) with the rancid and flat remains from his cupboards. Ick.
I'd rather just take care of myself. Probably why I am so seldom ill. So, I guess I've got that going for me.
Aw, bonny! I would totally bring you hot and sour soup, and make tea!
I am very nurturing, as long as it doesn't involve vomit. (I will hold hair back, and get wet washcloths and water, but cleaning it up is the vomiter's job, unless you are under 12. 11? )
Girl, if you lived closer
I feel that YOU should live closer to ME. That way I don't have to move.