Fred: The size and depth of the wound indicate a female vampire. Harmony: Or gay! Fred: Um…it doesn't really work like that.

'Harm's Way'


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.


Daisy Jane - Jul 05, 2010 11:04:18 pm PDT #24793 of 30000
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."

I woke up about an hour ago to finding out our cat died. She was old and not doing well, but had been maintaining for a while. She mostly stayed on our neighbor/landlady's front porch (she is awesome with animals and 'Brina was pretty happy in her care. I doubt we could have done better). Apparently a dog got ahold of her just before Jon got home and the 24 hr. Vet said there wasn't any hope without extensive recovery.

We knew she was old and would be gone soon, but I hate that it was like this, and I hate whoever let their dog loose to do that to her.


Beverly - Jul 05, 2010 11:07:03 pm PDT #24794 of 30000
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

Oh DJ, I'm so sorry. Poor kitty. And poor you and Jon.


omnis_audis - Jul 06, 2010 12:11:02 am PDT #24795 of 30000
omnis, pursue. That's an order from a shy woman who can use M-16. - Shir

Oh DJ. So sorry to hear that. {{{ DJ & Jon }}}

Ugh. After 4 days of going to bed at 2AM (or later) and not getting up before double digits, I now have to go to work tomorrow. I avoided talking a nap today, but I fear the lack of sleep.
I'd like to UNsubscribe from this newsletter. This week has been mostly 4ish AM going to bed. Alas, tomorrow I have to work. Not looking forward to the AM. Blargh.


WindSparrow - Jul 06, 2010 2:57:59 am PDT #24796 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.

Oh, no. I'm so sorry for your loss, DJ. Much punctuation to you and Jon, and to your neighbor. Good night, 'Brina, a flight of angels wing thee to thy rest.


Daisy Jane - Jul 06, 2010 3:06:58 am PDT #24797 of 30000
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."

Got no sleep. I would have been better had it just been old age. I was up all night though imagining the pain and trauma of an attack.

Whoever let their dog out better pray I never find them.


brenda m - Jul 06, 2010 3:13:35 am PDT #24798 of 30000
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there

Oh Daisy, I'm so sorry. What an awful thing to happen at the end of a long life.


Laura - Jul 06, 2010 3:23:53 am PDT #24799 of 30000
Our wings are not tired.

I'm so sorry, DJ.


sj - Jul 06, 2010 3:29:57 am PDT #24800 of 30000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

{{{DJ}}} I'm so sorry.


hippocampus - Jul 06, 2010 3:30:11 am PDT #24801 of 30000
not your mom's socks.

{ Kate and Mark family }. Our thoughts are with you guys.

DJ I am so sorry.


Sparky1 - Jul 06, 2010 3:36:32 am PDT #24802 of 30000
Librarian Warlord

{{DJ}}

{{Kate P., Mark & Family}} If there's anything any of us local to D.C. can do, please let us know.