My everything hurts.
The next time you decide to stab me in the back... have the guts to do it to my face.
Mal ,'Ariel'
Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
[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.
Hil R. - Jul 11, 2014 10:10:05 pm PDT #12141 of 30002
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
WindSparrow - Jul 12, 2014 3:08:58 am PDT #12142 of 30002
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.
Hil, wishing you relief.
erin, that story made me smile.
amych - Jul 12, 2014 4:51:52 am PDT #12143 of 30002
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
"The Buffistas care where I am. I could fire up my tablet and be talking to somebody who cares about me in under a minute."Where's ma favorite button?
Liese S. - Jul 12, 2014 6:23:08 am PDT #12144 of 30002
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Haha, Erin, I love that.
Liese S. - Jul 12, 2014 6:23:11 am PDT #12145 of 30002
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Hil R. - Jul 12, 2014 7:30:39 am PDT #12146 of 30002
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
Thanks. I'm feeling a little bit better, but still hurting a lot. I was supposed to drive back to NJ today, but I decided to wait until tomorrow -- I'm not sure that I can handle moving all those suitcases around, and then driving for three and a half hours, today.
hippocampus - Jul 12, 2014 9:59:24 am PDT #12147 of 30002
not your mom's socks.
I was sitting there and thought "No one knows where I am. No one cares where I am"--immediately followed by "The Buffistas care where I am.
FTR, said Buffistas have amazingly good tracking skills... we found Bonnie last year.
Ginger - Jul 12, 2014 11:32:22 am PDT #12148 of 30002
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Hil, my sister in everything hurting.
The pain kicked in this morning. Apparently I'm not pulling off "I'm fine" as well as I think I am, since three people asked me if I was okay when I was running errands. Now let's hope it doesn't last as long on this lower dose than it did when I dealt with this evil stuff 10 years ago.
Liese S. - Jul 12, 2014 12:01:25 pm PDT #12149 of 30002
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Sorry to hear that, ginger.
WindSparrow - Jul 12, 2014 12:26:59 pm PDT #12150 of 30002
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.
Shorter-misery~ma, ginger.
Connie, I'm glad you realize that even if the B.org hivemind isn't quite omniscient you can't escape go anywhere where our care isn't there for you. Or, you know, something slightly less creepy that means the same thing.