{{{{{Jilli}}}}} I'm so very sorry.
Drusilla ,'Conversations with Dead People'
Spike's Bitches 46: Don't I get a cookie?
[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'm sorry Jiili
I'm so sorry, Jilli. You've really had too much.
Jilli, that is just terrible. I am so sorry.
Jilli, I'm sorry about your kitty.
So sorry for your loss, Jilli.
Job-ma to Gud & smonster (with an extra side of things-coming-together-ma for smonster).
I've been thinking it all along, though I've never typed it here previously, Sass~ma for Sparky.
Gianvi (drospirenone and ethinyl estradio tablets) per the packaging
The individual hormone names look familiar, but I realized I'm actually on the generic for Yasmin, not Yaz, which I've always assumed were related, but I don't actually know. Maybe I should check dosage #s?
Hugs, glitter, and ~ma to everybody else - apply as needed. And I'll add my prayers/positive vibes to everyone else's for a change in the air to bring a big flow of Good Things to the Buffistas for a while.
Jilli, I'm so sorry.
Gud, job~ma and sanity~ma.
I'm going to rant a little bit, because I feel safe doing it here:
Fuck 2011. Fuck this. It has been an awful year, I don't want to deal with it anymore, and I wish there was some way I could make Pete feel better. Because Tzepesh was HIS cat, and he feels like he betrayed Tzepesh's trust by making the choice to let him go. Which he DIDN'T, because once the vet saw Tzepesh last night, she looked horrified and said that he wasn't the same cat she had seen just last week. There wasn't anything else we could have done, and bringing him home last night wouldn't have made a miraculous change. But none of that changes Pete's feelings.
{{{Jilli&Pete}}}