I'm so sorry Sara.
Saffron: You're a good man. Mal: You clearly haven't been talking to anyone else on this boat.
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Natter 66: Get Your Kicks.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Sue - Sep 23, 2010 2:35:20 pm PDT #25769 of 30001
hip deep in pie
sarameg - Sep 23, 2010 2:37:49 pm PDT #25770 of 30001
I'm going to go strip some motherfucking paint.
Amy - Sep 23, 2010 2:38:05 pm PDT #25771 of 30001
Because books.
Oh, sara, I'm sorry. I'm glad you got to spend some time with her.
Jesse - Sep 23, 2010 2:38:23 pm PDT #25772 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Oh, Sara. I'm sorry.
amych - Sep 23, 2010 2:51:39 pm PDT #25773 of 30001
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
So sorry, Sara. Condolences to everyone who loved her (and that sounds like a lot, from all you've said.)
Ginger - Sep 23, 2010 2:53:42 pm PDT #25774 of 30001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
I'm so sorry, Sara.
Fuck cancer.
Jessica - Sep 23, 2010 2:57:19 pm PDT #25775 of 30001
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
I'm sorry for your loss, Sara.
msbelle - Sep 23, 2010 2:58:23 pm PDT #25776 of 30001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
strip the fucking shit out of that paint, sara.
§ ita § - Sep 23, 2010 2:59:54 pm PDT #25777 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Get that motherfucking paint off those motherfucking spindles, sara.
So sorry for your family's loss, sara.
I think I have restored some modicum of sanity. Only took all day. Jaysus.
Jessica - Sep 23, 2010 3:00:10 pm PDT #25778 of 30001
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
I can walk down stairs without holding the handrail (if my hands are full), but I hate to do it and I walk a lot more carefully.
I *hate* walking down stairs if I can't see them - when I visited Notre Dame, the total darkness in the stairwell on the way down was by far the worst part of the climb.