I'm sorry about Byron, Pix.
Wash: Don't fall asleep now. Sleepiness is weakness of character. Ask anyone. You're acting captain. Know what happens you fall asleep now? Zoe: Jayne slits my throat, and takes over. Wash: That's right. Zoe: And we can't stop it.
'Shindig'
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.
Calli - Dec 11, 2011 5:18:38 pm PST #4068 of 30001
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
smonster - Dec 11, 2011 5:37:24 pm PST #4069 of 30001
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Lots of ~ma for Matt and for beth.
PixDesigns, I'm so sorry.
smonster - Dec 11, 2011 5:43:10 pm PST #4070 of 30001
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Separate post:
I am full of gronk. What with StW staying over last night, the resulting shortage of bed space (Frankie's talent - locating the EXACT CENTER of the bed and achieving immobility there) and bad hip pain, I didn't sleep much last night. So I just took a 4-hr nap, and I'm about to go back to bed. I totally, totally failed at productivity this weekend, and my spending plan is all jacked, too. I bought two pairs of pajamas today (they were so soft! my house is chilly! one has skulls made of flowers!). My sink is full of dirty dishes, I did nothing to unpack/clean up my house, I didn't do laundry (using my back as an excuse), I am behind on work for a volunteer thing...
Why is the weekend always gone?
JenP - Dec 11, 2011 6:39:42 pm PST #4071 of 30001
My condolences for your loss, Matt and beth. Love and peace to you both.
Will be thinking of you Wed. a.m., Pix.
Liese S. - Dec 11, 2011 7:06:37 pm PST #4072 of 30001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
I'm sorry, Pix. That's so hard.
Scrappy - Dec 11, 2011 7:13:45 pm PST #4073 of 30001
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
I am so sorry, ND and Pix.
WindSparrow - Dec 11, 2011 7:36:16 pm PST #4074 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.
Why is the weekend always gone?
It's made of rum. But clearly, not enough rum.
Shir - Dec 11, 2011 7:58:48 pm PST #4075 of 30001
"And that's why God Almighty gave us fire insurance and the public defender".
{{Pix, ND, Matt and beth}}
I'm very sorry. ~mas to you, and to the rest of the 'istas I skimmed earlier (I believe I saw something about bonny, so separate ~ma to you as well, dear).
beth b - Dec 11, 2011 8:01:44 pm PST #4076 of 30001
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
Tthanks for all you kind thoughts and words. Matt is really good at giving kind words to people, but I think he is surprised at how much they matter.
We are sending out the ma~~~ Pix.
Shir - Dec 11, 2011 9:40:50 pm PST #4077 of 30001
"And that's why God Almighty gave us fire insurance and the public defender".
This day started all horrible and wrong.
I need a reboot.
(Meanwhile, apparently the absurd landlord of mine refuses to pay for washing machine fixing. Even though it's in the contract. Why? Because it's too expensive, and they already "gave us" (read: did what was written in the contract) a window that should have been in the living room in the first place, two months after we entered the flat.
Oh well. Me and roommate just looked for a reason to get the hell away from her. It's a beautiful place, but she's absolutely nuts. Just just another thing in a long list of contract violations.)