Aw, poor Emmett. I hope rehydration and time take care of this. And not too much time.
Fred: The size and depth of the wound indicate a female vampire. Harmony: Or gay! Fred: Um…it doesn't really work like that.
'Harm's Way'
Natter 71: Someone is wrong on the Internet
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
WindSparrow - Jun 02, 2013 6:48:52 am PDT #24550 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.
DavidS - Jun 02, 2013 6:54:21 am PDT #24551 of 30001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Aw, poor Emmett. I hope rehydration and time take care of this. And not too much time.
He's officially transitioned from waking up drunk, to being able to drink water, take ibuprofen and go back to sleep.
So I think we're officially into the hangover portion of the day.
Jesse - Jun 02, 2013 6:56:06 am PDT #24552 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
What a surprising result!
I know, right?
The point being, I have to drink my coffee out of a mug this morning like any rube off the street.
You poor thing.
-t - Jun 02, 2013 7:08:04 am PDT #24553 of 30001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
I'll cope with the challenge somehow.
Now to see if I can hack my way through the blackberry vines enough to get to my orange trees and find out if any of that fruit is ripe. Whee!
Lee - Jun 02, 2013 7:15:39 am PDT #24554 of 30001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I am so sorry, Connie.
billytea - Jun 02, 2013 7:17:55 am PDT #24555 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'm sorry, Consuela. My condolences.
Matt the Bruins fan - Jun 02, 2013 7:38:43 am PDT #24556 of 30001
"I remember when they eventually introduced that drug kingpin who murdered people and smuggled drugs inside snakes and I was like 'Finally. A normal person.'” —RahvinDragand
My sympathies to you and your family, Conseuela.
Amy - Jun 02, 2013 7:52:46 am PDT #24557 of 30001
Because books.
I'm so sorry, Consuela. And I hate that it was such a difficult road for all of you. Wishing you peace today.
sarameg - Jun 02, 2013 7:56:59 am PDT #24558 of 30001
I think I'm bagging the swim today. I clearly need a reset, because yesterday's swim was spectacularly bad and my shoulder is still pissed about that+vacuuming. I don't want to, but it seems wise. Besides, it also means I won't have a crazy rush to get to the going-away party later today. So.
I'm unhappy with how many interrupts in the past month, but really, there were only 2 in the last 2 months. It's bigger in my head.
§ ita § - Jun 02, 2013 7:59:52 am PDT #24559 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I think I was saved from any alcohol related vomiting in my life because I cannot drink things that taste bad to me.
There's an entire segment of the industry devoted to not tasting bad. My first binge drink was age 15 or so (we were allowed to get tipsy at Christmas and New Years, but drinking wasn't the main event) and we just started at the top of the cocktail menu (this is a bar in one of Jamaica's tourist areas, so no drinking age being enforced, and everything is rum-based so we're on familiar ground--we only know rum, wine, and champagne at this point). I seem to remember saying I'd made it halfway through the menu before I had to stop, but the only clear memories were hugging the toilet and the interminable bedspins (for me the worst part bar none).
But everything tasted great! There wasn't even a slight chance of developing an aversion to anything but sugar.
A later exercise that involved half a bottle of Bailey's--that's something I'm good with never tasting again. Good god, poor judgement.