Every planet has its own weird customs. About a year before we met, I spent six weeks on a moon where the principal form of recreation was juggling geese. My hand to God. Baby geese. Goslings. They were juggled.

Wash ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'


Spike's Bitches 47: Someone Dangerous Could Get In  

[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.


Calli - May 01, 2012 10:37:51 am PDT #12483 of 30001
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs

Much not cancer~ma to you, Typo Boy. I'm sorry they didn't get decent coverage on the anesthesia for you.


Zenkitty - May 01, 2012 10:50:04 am PDT #12484 of 30001
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.

Geez, Typo, that sucks. Not-cancer-~ma!


omnis_audis - May 01, 2012 11:00:13 am PDT #12485 of 30001
omnis, pursue. That's an order from a shy woman who can use M-16. - Shir

Yikes Typo. Tons of ~ma your way.


Ouise - May 01, 2012 11:02:30 am PDT #12486 of 30001
Socks are a running theme throughout the series. They are used as symbols of freedom, redemption and love.

anti-cancer ~ma coming your way, Typo.


smonster - May 01, 2012 11:15:10 am PDT #12487 of 30001
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.

Not cancer~ma, Typo!!


Frankenbuddha - May 01, 2012 11:19:12 am PDT #12488 of 30001
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"

Adding some no-cancer-ma here. We've had enough of that this year.


hippocampus - May 01, 2012 12:02:52 pm PDT #12489 of 30001
not your mom's socks.

Much no-cancer~ma, typo!


Ginger - May 01, 2012 12:16:02 pm PDT #12490 of 30001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda

No-cancer~ma to Typo, along with a side of getting the anesthesia right (Ouch!)

"Abusive alcoholic father, codependent emotionally fragile mother, string of abusive relationships, yada yada, it's classic, you can write it yourself. Can we just move on to the medicine part?

Been there. I wanted to say, "It's my father's fault. He's dead. Can we move on?"


ChiKat - May 01, 2012 12:44:34 pm PDT #12491 of 30001
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?

All kinds of no-cancer~ma, Typo!


askye - May 01, 2012 1:20:54 pm PDT #12492 of 30001
Thrive to spite them

lots of no~cancer~ma for Typo!

It's easy to pay my rent, write the check, shove it in a envelope, walk around to the front of the house, put it in the box.

Of course I still forgot to do that for 3 days in Feb.

I really like my current psychiatrist and therapist. I lucked out because my psychiatrist did ask me some questions (it was an hour and half long intake) but it's at the same offices as my therapist so he could read the notes.

Plus he said I seemed to be very aware of my illness and my needs.

Unfortunately I think I'm going to need a new therapist. I haven't seen her in a month (I guess) and I called to see if I could set up a standing monthly appointment, but from her voice mail it seems like her hours at that office are very restricted.

And in order to keep the shrink I have to see a therapist in that clinic.