Maria, that is just the big suck cherry on a mountain of suck and shit. Ugh.
Angel: He is dead. Technically, he's undead. It's a zombie. Connor: What's a zombie? Angel: It's an undead thing. Connor: Like you? Angel: No, zombies are slow-moving, dimwitted things that crave human flesh. Connor: Like you. Angel: No! It's different. Trust me.
'Destiny'
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.
Nora Deirdre - Feb 14, 2012 5:45:58 pm PST #7422 of 30001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
billytea - Feb 14, 2012 5:48:36 pm PST #7423 of 30001
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
Although now I'm wondering if annexing the Sudetenland would help me get a date.
Let the record show that Sean's romantic life demands Liebensraum.
Sean K - Feb 14, 2012 5:48:39 pm PST #7424 of 30001
You can't leave me to my own devices; my devices are Nap and Eat. -Zenkitty
Maria, that's neither superficial nor whining.
Yes, this. I'm the only one being superficial in here right now. You're being perfectly ficial.
WindSparrow - Feb 14, 2012 5:51:47 pm PST #7425 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.
Allow me some superficial whining for a moment... Not only is today tainted but my birthday will never be the same. I'll always know the next day is when my husband died.
Not superficial. At all. Grief is an immeasurable, unfathomable burden. The hell of it is, no matter how much we wish we could carry part or all of it for you, it is impossible. But we can be at your side with a gentle hand at those inevitable times when you stumble under the load.
I hope that one day you can see it as his will triumphing over the winding down of his body long enough to get to see one last birthday with you. But yeah, right now it sucks beyond the telling of it.
sarameg - Feb 14, 2012 5:52:21 pm PST #7426 of 30001
Maria, come 2013, if you aren't somewhere awesome, please let me have you here. We'll incorporate you into my my neighbor tri-some of bdays, which we're doing tomorrow. Hell, if you want to, show up at 3610 at 6:30. I realize that is probably impossible, but I'll be thinking of you.
WindSparrow - Feb 14, 2012 5:55:29 pm PST #7427 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.
Although now I'm wondering if annexing the Sudetenland would help me get a date.
And a mustache named after you. That would be cool, right? For a guy. I mean, I don't really want a mustache named after me.
Zenkitty - Feb 14, 2012 6:00:08 pm PST #7428 of 30001
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
I'm now imagining the Windsparrow Mustache, and it's pretty amazing. It has to join with the sideburns somehow, but discreetly.
Topic!Cindy - Feb 14, 2012 6:08:48 pm PST #7429 of 30001
What is even happening?
Allow me some superficial whining for a moment... Not only is today tainted but my birthday will never be the same. I'll always know the next day is when my husband died.
I noticed that, Maria. I'm so sorry. I have death anniversaries tied to my birthday, too. I think this is supposed to be where I tell you it gets better. And maybe it does, but basically, every year I hold my breath until my birthday passes.
billytea - Feb 14, 2012 6:10:05 pm PST #7430 of 30001
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
I was trying to write something, but basically, what Windsparrow said. I'm sorry about the awful timing, Maria. No part of this is fair.
JZ - Feb 14, 2012 6:13:31 pm PST #7431 of 30001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
Maria, come 2013, if you aren't somewhere awesome, please let me have you here. We'll incorporate you into my my neighbor tri-some of bdays, which we're doing tomorrow.
As a back-up plan, let me offer up Tom Scola's get-out-of-bad-anniversaries option of heading to various West Coast Buffista locales and letting the localistas love you up but good. Either coast will do, really; I just happen to be partial to the one I'm on (plus, you truly must come to San Francisco at some point; all the elderly Italian expats of North Beach will want to adopt you and pet your hair and feed you delicious things until you burst at the seams, in a deeply good way).
eta: Not to be flippant at all -- but sometimes just being away from the place where the grief happens helps, and don't ever forget that you have multiple continents of loving hearts.