{{quester}}
You got fired, and you still hang around here like a big loser. Why can't he?
Cordelia ,'Chosen'
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.
SailAweigh - Dec 29, 2016 3:23:09 pm PST #28505 of 30002
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
WindSparrow - Dec 29, 2016 6:06:15 pm PST #28506 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.
Get well soon, quester.
SuziQ - Dec 30, 2016 8:32:48 am PST #28507 of 30002
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
Ugh, day two of a low grade but annoying as hell headache.
My Christmas tree has one section that won't light. I have gone through each bulb and I can't figure out how to get it working. It has served me well for the last five or six years. I don't want to pack it away if it isn't going to work, I'd rather trash it and get a new one. But do I see if I can find one on sale now or wait until they first come out next year, often on sale.
Karl - Dec 30, 2016 6:13:52 pm PST #28508 of 30002
I adore all you motherfuckers so much -- PMM.
Dammit. My mother would have been 76 today, and I've been wanting to talk to her (and subsequently bursting into tears) all day.
It's better than not being able to cry, which was the first year. But damn, damn, damn this hurts.
WindSparrow - Dec 30, 2016 6:26:01 pm PST #28509 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.
That just hurts, Karl.
Connie Neil - Dec 30, 2016 8:17:41 pm PST #28510 of 30002
brillig
But damn, damn, damn this hurts.
Yup.
P.M. Marc - Dec 30, 2016 8:31:26 pm PST #28511 of 30002
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
Oh, Karl. :(
Beverly - Dec 30, 2016 10:26:24 pm PST #28512 of 30002
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
I'm so sorry, Karl. I'm glad you're past the unable to cry part, now, and may the tears be relief, and healing.
askye - Dec 31, 2016 4:35:14 am PST #28513 of 30002
Thrive to spite them
I'm sorry Karl.
Strix - Dec 31, 2016 6:49:57 am PST #28514 of 30002
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
Ah, Karl...