backflung to all, including meara (meara, i used your yahoo addy, since I don't trust facebook!)
And...you guys are THE BEST. I love you all so much and am so very grateful you are in my life.
You know me! I'm like, "Go school! It's your birthday!" Or something to that effect.
Willow ,'Empty Places'
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.
Strix - May 31, 2012 9:12:17 am PDT #14505 of 30001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
Strix - May 31, 2012 9:14:31 am PDT #14506 of 30001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
gotcha, Tep. insent!
meara - May 31, 2012 9:18:06 am PDT #14507 of 30001
Got it, strix! Thanks.
Why is my head suddenly killing me?? I already have caffeine and painkillers on board (not because I had a headache, but I shouldnt then GET one!!). Sigh. Way to make me less enthused about work, body.
Steph L. - May 31, 2012 9:28:40 am PDT #14508 of 30001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
gotcha, Tep. insent!
I have nothing yet, but I'll keep an eye out.
I'm hoping to wrap this shit up and get out of work in half an hour. (Except we're supposed to have a Graeter's party to say farewell to our intern in about 5 minutes; while I ordinarily am all over company-purchased Graeter's, I just want to get this done and go home, so I can take more painkillers and cry. An ice cream party is just going to slow my roll. OTOH, all I've eaten today is one GF bagel with nothing on it, so maybe I need some food.)
Strix - May 31, 2012 9:37:15 am PDT #14509 of 30001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
Tep, I dropped the m from "com" -- you should have email now!
Seska (the Watcher-in-Training) - May 31, 2012 9:50:14 am PDT #14510 of 30001
"We're all stories, in the end. Just make it a good one, eh?"
Merlin's ex-not-owner came over. Apparently we're doing something right, because he was fine, and really happy that we're putting in so much effort with Merlin! He griped a bit about him not being allowed outside yet, but we had a whole "the vet said" speech prepared (the vet really did, when we popped in to get the Feliway earlier in the week) and that seemed to persuade him. Cat still living behind the sofa, but it increasingly seems to be a in 'hanging out in my safe space' way, rather than a 'hiding from the evil people who catnapped me until I can plot my escape' way. In short, it looks like we get to keep him and do things our way, so yay!
Ongoing wishes for less migraine, Teppy.
amych - May 31, 2012 9:54:37 am PDT #14511 of 30001
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
Hooray for Merlin and Seska! I'm sorry the guy was being assy earlier, but so glad he realized that you're working for kitteh's best interests!
(note to Merlin: You can come out now. Really. Your new people are cool, and also, your new people.)
Strix - May 31, 2012 9:59:51 am PDT #14512 of 30001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
Oh, good, Seska!!
Ok, I am "off" to work now, so I will see y'all later!
omnis_audis - May 31, 2012 10:03:05 am PDT #14513 of 30001
omnis, pursue. That's an order from a shy woman who can use M-16. - Shir
omnis, thanks for the meeting cancel~ma! It did, and I'm at home on the couch, soon to be in bedWow! Didn't know my powers were that strong! Woot!!
Ion. Thank you Home Depot for having clean bathroom!!!
Steph L. - May 31, 2012 10:22:21 am PDT #14514 of 30001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
I am full of ice cream, got Strix's e-mail, still have the fucking headache, might actually leave work in 20 minutes, and -- got a raise! We've been in such tight financial straits that I didn't expect that at all. I am stunned.
Okay. I am going to finish this shit and get out of here before my head goes splodey. (And then I get to go to Trader Joe's, the dry cleaner, go home and clean the bathroom, clean the kitchen, and pack so we can leave for vacation tomorrow, holy crap this would all be easier without a headache.)