I'm sorry erika. That's so hard.
Congrats, Seska!
Ooh, awesome major thunderstorm happening now...
Wash: I mean, I'm the one she swore to love, honor and obey. Mal: Listen... She swore to obey? Wash: Well, no, not...
'War Stories'
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.
Nora Deirdre - Jul 03, 2011 9:55:32 am PDT #24587 of 30000
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
sj - Jul 03, 2011 10:02:08 am PDT #24588 of 30000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
erika, I'm sorry for your loss.
Yay, Seska!
I'm spending the first day of my 34th year being incredibly lazy.
smonster - Jul 03, 2011 10:02:48 am PDT #24589 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Dude, no kidding. Hope the cookout isn't rained out. And I need to go to the store, but I think I'll wait a bit.
smonster - Jul 03, 2011 10:03:38 am PDT #24590 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
erika, I am sorry.
Nora Deirdre - Jul 03, 2011 10:06:34 am PDT #24591 of 30000
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
I am sure the storm will pass soon.
smonster - Jul 03, 2011 10:15:59 am PDT #24592 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
weather.com doesn't even know it's raining. All right, I need to get my lazy ass to the store if I'm going to make carrot salad in time.
erikaj - Jul 03, 2011 11:35:27 am PDT #24593 of 30000
Always Anti-fascist!
Happy birthday, sj! Thanks for the thoughts everyone. I probably should have been a better friend, but she was so single-minded, it made it difficult for us to do things besides take on the Man together. And she was only five years younger than me. (Not as healthy though...I totally have hybrid vigor on my side.)And I had to find out from a shitty newspaper obit. Which, of course, being me, I wanted to, like, edit. But I don't get to. And then, it makes me think of all kinds of stuff I want in mine.
Cass - Jul 03, 2011 12:06:53 pm PDT #24594 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.
And I had to find out from a shitty newspaper obit. Which, of course, being me, I wanted to, like, edit.
Ouch and heh. I am sorry, erika.
Puppycat just discovered bubblewrap. She's sitting on it, pouncing on it and jumping straight up startled when it pops. She's not good at bubblewrap, but she's discovered it.
WindSparrow - Jul 03, 2011 12:25:48 pm PDT #24595 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.
Puppycat just discovered bubblewrap. She's sitting on it, pouncing on it and jumping straight up startled when it pops. She's not good at bubblewrap, but she's discovered it.
Anybody else want Simon's Cat to discover bubble wrap soon? Cuz a line drawing animation is. The. Perfect. Way to illustrate this. Puppycat is better at bubble wrap than my cats are. Of course that may be because the humans in this household bogart all the bubble wrap and they never get a chance at it.
Which, of course, being me, I wanted to, like, edit.
Of course, if someone you respect needs an obit. you want it to at least be a well-crafted one.
smonster - Jul 03, 2011 12:48:41 pm PDT #24596 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
I am massively cranky. I'm still a bit hungover, which, fine, that's my fault. And I just got back from running errands, where I discovered that my old prescription card has expired. Have I gotten a new one, a month after I signed up for COBRA? Fuck no. Have I gotten a bill for nearly $700, due by 7/10? Fuck yes. FUCKERS. Not to mention that I wonder if my old company is going to go under, which would kill my COBRA anyway.
Ahem. Rant over. Now to make carrot salad, drink Gatorade, pop ibuprofen, and party dammit.
(Also, I'm being totally 15 and want St.W to call me now now now, even though I saw him yesterday.)