or just being a shithead?
Uh, YOU were not the one being a shithead.
Doesn't matter that we took him off that boat, Shepherd, it's the place he's going to live from now on.
Mal ,'Bushwhacked'
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.
Steph L. - Jul 05, 2011 4:04:04 pm PDT #24721 of 30000
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
smonster - Jul 05, 2011 4:05:07 pm PDT #24722 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
You go, Aimee. Well done.
I consider it a great testament to my personal fortitude that I did not buy cigarettes today, and that I am just now making myself a drink.
Aims - Jul 05, 2011 4:11:23 pm PDT #24723 of 30000
Shit's all sorts of different now.
I was *this* close to telling him I'd be praying for him, but figured I'd pushed his buttons enough.
smonster - Jul 05, 2011 6:07:52 pm PDT #24724 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
No kidding, Aims, you're kind of my hero right now for being that self-possessed.
I called my landlord and left a message.
I am going to do dishes, Moldovan style. Yay Peace Corps for teaching me extreme water conservation!
Also, St.W called to schedule more Firefly watching. We settled on Thursday.
Aims - Jul 05, 2011 6:12:11 pm PDT #24725 of 30000
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Thanks, bebe. Sometimes, I really surprise myself.
Strix - Jul 05, 2011 6:23:53 pm PDT #24726 of 30000
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
Frank, I'm sorry your weekend turned out to be craptastic. Sometimes bdays make you high and happy, sometimes they leave you feeling like the Mack Truck of Gloom and Doom just ran over you.
erika, all I know is comparing yourself to other can sometimes be very motivating...but most often, it leaves you feeling like the pimento dip in the shit sandwich of life. And I hate pimento dip. Try to avoid it whenever possible. (Or watch 3 hours of Hoarders -- that always leaves me feeling more capable and less craxy...)
smonster, I am sorry your LL is turning out to be sketch. OTOH, I am psyched to hear about St. Woot!
Aims, heaping coals of kindness upon an enemy's -- or an uncle's -- head can be deeply gratifying. Which probably means I'm doing it wrong, but still...
ION, I saved a turtle tonight! And played with graphics! And had yummy pulled pork! And my friend's mechanic husband forbade me from driving on the highway tomorrow, as per my plan, because apparently D's tires are on the highway to hell, and he flat out told me before I drove to Topeka in that car tomorrow, he would let me borrow his Lexus.
Which I'm not gonna do, because driving other people's cars scares the hell out of me, but since he NEVER lets anyone drive the Lexus, he was dead serious about it, andI am totally getting the tires replaced ASAP. Because I'm scared.
smonster - Jul 05, 2011 6:35:22 pm PDT #24727 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Yikes, Erin. Sounds like a good call. And yahoo on saving a turtle!
Vortex - Jul 05, 2011 6:43:19 pm PDT #24728 of 30000
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
I get to have a baseline mammogram. Being 35 sucks.
As much as I despise the tit squishing, I can't help think it must be worse for women with small tits. How can you get a proper flattening in the scanner when there's not much to flatten?
Yeah, I had to get one, and the tit squish wasn't that bad, but the one where the machine pushes on your sternum was kinda unpleasant.
Ginger - Jul 05, 2011 6:46:42 pm PDT #24729 of 30000
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
My only comment on mammograms is that they are a hell of a lot more comfortable than breast cancer.
Strix - Jul 05, 2011 6:48:07 pm PDT #24730 of 30000
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
That turtle peed a LOT! I was really excited, because I was playing with their 10-month old, and I was like, "A TURTLE! I totally get to show a baby a weird animal!"
It was very lost, and K drove the turtle back to the pond, a 1/2 mile away.
And can I squee a little bit about how cute this baby is? I'm usually not a "OOH CUTE BABY" person, but he is utterly charming. His dad is almost full-blooded Eskimo (and if there's a specific tribe or more appropo word, I've never heard K say it) and K's genes totally whupped my friend J's blonde German genes' ASSES. J looks exactly like his dad, and ZOMG, the roundest, chubbiest, most SMOOSHABLE cheeks evah.
I, uh, also had 2 glasses of wine, and I am a little happy.