Occasionally I'm callous and strange.

Willow ,'The Killer In Me'


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.


meara - May 14, 2012 6:59:00 am PDT #13237 of 30001

Wow, Steph, that's a big step. Dang. Good luck to him, and his wife.


ChiKat - May 14, 2012 7:09:29 am PDT #13238 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?

{{Sean}} You do totally rock. I wanna kick the demons in the shins.

Steph, that is huge. And good.

ita! I'm glad you're back. Not so glad about the crying. I wish I could make all your pain poof away.


Burrell - May 14, 2012 7:14:36 am PDT #13239 of 30001
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!

That is huge, Steph. Sending much support and strength to your brother and his wife, and to you. You can tell him all your invisible internet friends got his back.


Sean K - May 14, 2012 7:20:51 am PDT #13240 of 30001
You can't leave me to my own devices; my devices are Nap and Eat. -Zenkitty

That's really big, Steph. As you may know I spent some time with an alcoholic who refuses to acknowledge she has a problem, even after hitting rock bottom and tearing through it like tissue paper to keep right on going. (Yeah, I may be identifying with this a little too much)

I hope your brother's choice balances something out somewhere. And also is good for him.


Laura - May 14, 2012 7:43:29 am PDT #13241 of 30001
Our wings are not tired.

Wow, Teppy. That is a biggee. All the best thoughts sent to your brother. He and your SIL are lucky to have your heartful support.


JZ - May 14, 2012 7:46:17 am PDT #13242 of 30001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.

Huge, huge, huge, Teppy. Good for him, and good for you for the long talk and the love, and tons of vibes to him and your SIL.

And many ongoing non-smoking vibes to smonster. I just found out that my dad, who has had weird lung issues for the last several years despite being fit and active and scarily vigorous for a 70-year-old with prostate cancer, officially has emphysema, because of the decades of smoking that he only kicked about 12 years ago. The general good health and fitness will help him compensate for it, but there's no curing it, and in the long run it'll have a much more shitty, permanent impact on his life than the prostate cancer.

So please, please, keep kicking the cigs to the curb. Even if you dodge the cancer bullet, smoking has more ammo on hand to fuck you up with.


Polter-Cow - May 14, 2012 7:52:22 am PDT #13243 of 30001
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!

Man, smoking is a jerk.


le nubian - May 14, 2012 7:53:07 am PDT #13244 of 30001
"And to be clear, I am the hell. And the high water."

Hey, I have been crying in my car 2x a week for a few weeks, so truly I think this is a new trend! I even went to the local drugstore to buy visine before I went to work so they wouldn't think I have a serious hangover.

If I look like I am hungover, I'd like to have fun the previous night first please.

'ma to everyone and all concerned. Happy Healing vibes.


§ ita § - May 14, 2012 7:59:09 am PDT #13245 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Visine! I didn't think of that! LeN, that's depressingly genius.

Perhaps oddly, the theoretically more ergonomic layout of my desk at work causes me more pain and discomfort than curling up on my lounge at home with a laptop in my, you know, lap.


le nubian - May 14, 2012 8:02:38 am PDT #13246 of 30001
"And to be clear, I am the hell. And the high water."

your eyes still look puffy if you have been crying a bit, but at least the whites of your eyes are clear.

there is something to do about the puffiness, but I am not interested in being THAT prepared for crying jags.