Gah. I'm glad to hear things weren't worse, erika. That's super, super scary.
Buffy. When I saw you stop the world from, you know, ending, I just assumed that was a big week for you. Turns out I suddenly find myself needing to know the plural of 'apocalypse.'
Riley ,'Potential'
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.
Anne W. - Dec 10, 2011 9:43:10 am PST #3993 of 30001
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.
Scrappy - Dec 10, 2011 9:45:57 am PST #3994 of 30001
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
Yikes, Erika. Glad the aftereffects are not too horrible. Not to be crass, but this incident sounds like something you might be able to use for a future story or book.
WindSparrow - Dec 10, 2011 9:54:41 am PST #3995 of 30001
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
Lots of ~ma and warm thoughts for Matt and his family.
Zenkitty - Dec 10, 2011 10:12:34 am PST #3996 of 30001
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
Yikes, erika! Really glad you're safe, and sorry you had to go through that.
Hil R. - Dec 10, 2011 10:35:50 am PST #3997 of 30001
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
I went and explored Victorian Christmas. I listened to someone playing an antique piano, and I wandered a craft fair (which was all junk), and I talked to some Civil War reenactors who seemed to be reenacting a time when the soldiers camped out and cooked over an open fire, and I said hi to the Ghost of Christmas Present (I think -- whichever one is the one with the green cape with the fur) and someone who I think was Mrs. Fezziwig, but might have been Mrs. Cratchet.
Nora Deirdre - Dec 10, 2011 11:05:35 am PST #3998 of 30001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
and a pub crawl to attend!!
THIS IS RELEVANT TO MY INTERESTS.
smonster - Dec 10, 2011 11:40:06 am PST #3999 of 30001
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Nora, it's a goodbye party for the Americorps who are leaving, in MidCity. I'd love for you to come, but be aware that it'll be mainly mid-twenties v. high-energy kids. It starts in just over an hour...
There's also the naughty Santa pub crawl, but I don't know the details on that.
Zenkitty - Dec 10, 2011 11:43:06 am PST #4000 of 30001
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
If Comcast doesn't fix this DVR in the next, oh hour or so, I'm gonna be doing a pub crawl in my house. Five and a half hours, four CSRs, and it still isn't working right. One CSR hung up on me! Ridic.
erikaj - Dec 10, 2011 12:01:23 pm PST #4001 of 30001
Always Anti-fascist!
I might sometime. I'm pretty wigged out.
Steph L. - Dec 10, 2011 12:28:48 pm PST #4002 of 30001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
There was no leaf-blowing on my part. Actually, I did very little, as I remembered yet again that there isn't much I *can* do because Tim's dad is so very particular about how exactly he wants things. Which he's entitled to, but it makes it hard to help him, especially when I would rather aim a tinsel cannon at the tree and be done.
It's very frustrating, because it feels like wasted effort on my part. I know that he'll re-do probably 50% (or more) of what I did. But there's no real way for me to NOT help without coming off as a dick.
No hot Nicholas, either.
I have steroid munchies so bad that I stopped at KFC on the way home for a 2-piece (with mashed taters), which I inhaled in about 3 nanoseconds. I feel guilty in a mostly vegetarian house when I bring home cooked animal, because the cats go bonkers over That Amazing Smell Coming From The Paper Bag.
They got NO chicken. Fuck that. I'm starving.