Ugh. I don't want to turn into my grandmother, always talking talking about her medications and her aches and pains all the time.
Xander: How? What? How? Giles: Three excellent questions.
Xander/Giles ,'Never Leave Me'
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.
Zenkitty - Oct 26, 2014 7:08:15 pm PDT #14060 of 30002
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
Steph L. - Oct 26, 2014 7:13:16 pm PDT #14061 of 30002
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
Ugh. I don't want to turn into my grandmother, always talking talking about her medications and her aches and pains all the time.
I'm ALWAYS afraid I'm turning into my dad, because that's the only thing he ever talks about -- what pain/illness/mystery symptom/medical anomaly he's currently experiencing, and how many meds he takes for it. And yet I do it all the fucking time -- to Tim WAY more than here (my IBS is inexplicably flaring and meds aren't helping, my back hurts [my back ALWAYS hurts], oh god a migraine, why is my vagina broken, a normal hip shouldn't feel like that, my cholesterol level is WHAT, etc.).
Plus I may have accidentally signed a contract in my own blood and sold my soul to the dark forces. Like you do.
Connie Neil - Oct 26, 2014 7:33:53 pm PDT #14062 of 30002
brillig
That's how we know we're middle aged, ailments are a valid, interesting conversation choice.
Zenkitty - Oct 26, 2014 7:44:50 pm PDT #14063 of 30002
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
On one hand, I'm genuinely interested in the medications, and what they do and how my body responds to them, in my own little n = 1 experiment. OTOH, it's a quick step from there to whining and blathering constantly about my private little world of discomfort.
Being sick is boring.
WindSparrow - Oct 27, 2014 3:14:33 am PDT #14064 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.
Welcome home, Cosmo!
Numfar, do the dance of joy!
Steph L. - Oct 27, 2014 3:19:37 am PDT #14065 of 30002
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
Welcome home, Cosmo!
I'm so happy to wake up to this news! Yay!
That's how we know we're middle aged, ailments are a valid, interesting conversation choice.
Heh. I always want to tell Tim's nieces and nephews (who are still in their teens and 20s) "You know how, when you wake up in the morning, nothing hurts? SAVOR THAT."
Strix - Oct 27, 2014 3:34:12 am PDT #14066 of 30002
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
IT IS A BEAUTIFUL DAY!!!! (but god damn, my neck hurts...)
billytea - Oct 27, 2014 3:34:33 am PDT #14067 of 30002
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
That's wonderful news, Strix. I'm very happy for you (and Cosmo).
Anne W. - Oct 27, 2014 3:41:05 am PDT #14068 of 30002
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.
Yay, Cosmo!!! I am so, so happy and relieved.
askye - Oct 27, 2014 4:22:04 am PDT #14069 of 30002
Thrive to spite them
Yay Cosmo! Now you've had your adventure so don't do that again.