'Out Of Gas'
[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.
Everyone else may think I'm strange, but cats and babies like me.
And Buffistas! I'd want to have my dog give you a sniff though, she proves to be a good judge of character.
She was warm and outgoing. I am not and wish I was.
My limited F2F experience found a warm and outgoing Ginger.
I really find myself wanting to say, "you're likeable enough" to Zen and Ginger with my best Barack imitation. But you would need the whole video and sound thing for it to work.
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I'm so sorry Ginger, I know it's hard.
And strength to you, Laura. Funny how much even grown children need mothering.
Laura,
15 hours? that's barely worth doing.
That was my thought as well, le nubian.
She was warm and outgoing. I am not and wish I was.
I disagree. You are wonderful, and I always thoroughly enjoy spending time with you.
She was warm and outgoing. I am not and wish I was.
I thought you were warm and welcoming and wonderful.
There's more than one way to be warm. Some people are effusively warm and others have a steady, sure warmth that might be more reserved, but it's there. I still have the papier-mache steampunk-y dirigible you sent me hanging in our dining room, and it still warms my heart to see it.
Unrelatedly, I have eaten crackers and chicken soup and watched Thor. (Thanks for the Invader Zim link, Hec -- I suddenly came over all Asgardian.) I think maybe my stomach is staying settled, but my stomach still feels like it's being squeezed by a Hulk fist. Worst abs workout EVER.
I might try mac & cheese for dinner. And I damn well better be fine by tomorrow, because there are paczki with my name (and my co-workers' names) on them to take in to work tomorrow. I've only missed one Fat Tuesday in 17 years, and it was the year my grandma died and her funeral was on Fat Tuesday. (Which was ironic, because she was the Polish grandma who made paczki my whole life.)
Ginger, you're one of the quirkiest warm-hearted individuals I know, and I'm both blessed and honored to know you. The framed kanji you sent is hanging where I see it every day and think of you, and the Supernatural-themed trifles you've sent make me smile that you know me so well. Distance has made me a less-good-in-person friend than I have wished to be, but you're always close in my thoughts. I'm so sorry for the loss of your friend. From how spectacular her house was, she must have been almost as wonderful in her way as you.
Zen, I've met you, and I like you quite a lot. I suppose as reclusive as is my nature I could qualify in some areas for cathood. I refuse to discuss my childishness.
Laura, I nod along and raise a maternal fist in solidarity with your opinion. As always.
Teppy, I hope things ease up for you swiftly and well.
...for the rest of you, too.
Ok, Social Security hung up this afternoon. Without giving me a chance to get to the phone. That's dickish. hello? Impaired person. That's you know, why we keep not-meeting like this. And I have a total fake-o name to get in touch with, to the extent that I might as well talk to Mr. Orange, Mr. Black, or Mr. pink. Who has two thumbs, brain damage and a morning to waste on hold? This gal.