Yes, but sorry, no, I was unclear. There, in my mind, was fb.
A vague disclaimer is nobody's friend.
Willow ,'Conversations with Dead People'
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.
Liese S. - Jan 12, 2013 6:19:33 pm PST #7498 of 30001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
aurelia - Jan 12, 2013 6:42:24 pm PST #7499 of 30001
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.
Sarameg, I get Halo brand Spot's Stew in the grain-free at PetCo. I was able to switch from the regular to grain-free without a hitch.
Sheryl - Jan 12, 2013 6:44:24 pm PST #7500 of 30001
Fandom means never having to say "But where would I wear that?"
Timelies all!
Listening to filk in open circle. After the dance and wenching items for Interfilk, my feet hurt.
brenda m - Jan 12, 2013 6:48:43 pm PST #7501 of 30001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
When I tried doing a mixy thing with the chow, Darby managed somehow to sort them out in her mouth. Chomp chomp chomp...tilt head to side...disfavored chow pours out on to floor...chomp chomp chomp. Unreal.
Depending on where you got it, some of those boutiquey stores will take it back, and or give you samples of other brands.
-t - Jan 12, 2013 6:52:14 pm PST #7502 of 30001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
So, Darby was like a Maxwell's Demon of dog food. Impressive!
Pix - Jan 12, 2013 7:30:53 pm PST #7503 of 30001
The status is NOT quo.
Darby managed somehow to sort them out in her mouth. Chomp chomp chomp...tilt head to side...disfavored chow pours out on to floor...chomp chomp chomp. Unreal.
Kaylee does this too! It's kind of incredible.
Sue - Jan 12, 2013 7:58:08 pm PST #7504 of 30001
hip deep in pie
Drive by to say that I am sure that I have had a garlic bagel from St. Viateur or Fairmont.
bon bon - Jan 12, 2013 8:33:22 pm PST #7505 of 30001
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.
One time I tried to taste whatever we were pilling the cat with. It was unforgiveably bitter. I then understood how easy it was to distinguish between med and food.
Liese S. - Jan 13, 2013 12:49:58 am PST #7506 of 30001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Is this a bad time to mention how Biscuit loves pills and will beg for them when you open the container? And it's worthless to wrap it in anything because it will fall out and he'll scurry to pick up the pill...not the cheese...from the ground? I don't know. Dog's not right.
So hi, middle of the night. The fire needed banked so I dreamt the SO did it, only he was in the family room from my childhood, so I worked out that probably wouldn't help me, seeing as how it was in northern Ohio and I was in Arizona. Funny how vivid that house is to my subconscious still. Anyway, I stoked the fire and went out to get more wood and it was 6! So needless to say I am now wide awake. I ate berries and sourdough toast, but I suspect this is the kind of awake that doesn't abate and fucks with my sleep schedule the rest of the week.
And I'm still fevery. Whine.
§ ita § - Jan 13, 2013 3:48:01 am PST #7507 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Dilaudid is a weird ass drug. I can't type for shit on it (formless rambling that I cannot interpret immediately or with time). I can converse reasonably well (though you can tell I'm on something) although I'm overly chatty. The amount of effort going into this (hopelessly brief) missive would be funny if I could watch someone else worry and tweak until their noggin explodes.
Kicking my ass indeed.
What that means, though, is that the first two doses were given correctly.
No word on #3 yet, though, Keep tuned in right here for more update as the situation develops