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.
My darlings, all my darlings, I don't have the brain to delineate how much I care about you, all the things I value and respect and love about you - yes, you, don't try to make excuses and think I mean someone else but not you. And I am sorry to say that I do not have the brain to tell you all the ways I am sharing your sorrow or how much I wish I could slay your monsters for you.
My job may be eating me from the bottom. But I work to not let it show while I am there. I believe in the power of self-fulfilling prophecy and I refuse to predict anything less than weathering the storm. But I am finding the strain showing at home much more than I would have thought.
I say, we go out there, and kick a little demon ass.
I like all your suggestions, Laura, but this is my favorite.
Heh. I'm drinking water, I've got the My Chem radio going on Spotify, and keeping it loose. Right now I'm doing my Kaylee parasol because I couldn't focus on paperwork, but I'm about to have to buckle down. Don't know how much time I'll have tomorrow, and need to get paperwork done so other people can print stuff out at work.
Go YOU smonster!
Virtual pom poms waving wildly.
And Andi? You are the sweetest spirit. Honestly, you are the best.
I'm imagining snuggling with you, bonny, and basking in the glow of your heart.
Ugh, Andi, that sounds like no fun whatsoever. Is there some kind of ritual you could do when you get home to release all that stress and negativity?
Okay, Kaylee parasol is pretty close to done (protip: don't use paint markers, for god's sake). Now to lie down on the floor for 10 min and see if some Alexander technique refreshes me a bit.
My roommate just got home from work, she's going to be up all night doing schoolwork. Solidarity in sleeplessness!
Yay, having someone with you makes staying up way easier. Good luck!
I'm at a dance convention in San Diego. I am hella intimidated--everyone here is amazing (this is west coast swing, not my usual two-step). But I'm seeing my college roommate who I haven't seen, we realized, in NINE years. Crazy.
I'm very tired - it has been a hella of a week. Time for ibuprophin and bed
sending out the ma~~ to all in need
Morning, all! smonster, I hope you got your stuff mostly done, and I hope the fundraiser goes smashingly.
bonny, I think you are being super-sensible and your reasoning is very logical and healthy. And I too like to hear about your peace march stories!
I backslid a little yesterday. I spent 3 hours, no shit, staring blankly out my office window, just chock full of ennui. I got some stuff done, but about 1/8 of things I wanted to do.
I am determined to do better today. I CAN DO THIS.
...right?
...RIGHT.
Do stuff, report back here, get gold stars. Or virtual hairpats, coffee, kittens, fic, makeout sessions or whatever will make you feel encouraged and cheered on.