it is 90 degrees outside and I have a fucking cold. Grrr.
Wash: I didn't think you were one for rituals and such. Mal: I'm not, but it'll keep the others busy for a while. No reason to concern them with what's to be done.
'Bushwhacked'
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.
le nubian - May 21, 2013 3:10:39 pm PDT #354 of 30002
"And to be clear, I am the hell. And the high water."
brenda m - May 21, 2013 4:11:56 pm PDT #355 of 30002
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
Anne, I'm so sorry.
DavidS - May 21, 2013 4:12:37 pm PDT #356 of 30002
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Oh, Anne, I'm sorry. Hard to imagine you without Jeeves.
Calli - May 21, 2013 4:14:36 pm PDT #357 of 30002
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
I'm sorry, Anne.
WindSparrow - May 21, 2013 4:17:33 pm PDT #358 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.
Anne, I am so sorry for your loss.
Beverly - May 21, 2013 4:18:56 pm PDT #359 of 30002
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
I'm so sorry, Anne. It's never easy to let them go, even when it's the right thing to do.
askye - May 21, 2013 4:21:11 pm PDT #360 of 30002
Thrive to spite them
I'm so sorry Anne. I know how hard it is to let a special companion like Jeeves go.
Atropa - May 21, 2013 4:23:05 pm PDT #361 of 30002
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
Anne, I'm so sorry.
Anne W. - May 21, 2013 4:29:03 pm PDT #362 of 30002
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.
Thank you all very much. I'm sad, but I think I'm okay. It's all still sinking in.
beekaytee - May 21, 2013 5:04:16 pm PDT #363 of 30002
Compassionately intolerant
Bizarre community event today...
A neighbor, whom I have known for many years and had a sort of friendship for a while, was evicted by the sheriffs.
The truly bizarre nature of this event is not confined to the fact that it is pretty difficult to evict someone in this town...an action that is almost never seen in this gentrified part of the neighborhood. This gentleman seems to have packed a bag and walked away from a house stuffed with beautiful antiques and expensive collections of fine art.
It was such a...here is that word again...bizarre scene that people actually thought someone was having a Tuesday morning yard sale. That is, until they saw the uniforms and guns.
It has been absolutely fascinating watching people's reactions all day. This gentleman was a polarizing character. One either loved or loathed him. I'm of the mind that those who loved him didn't know him. It's not hard to explain, but would take a long time.
Certain community leaders tried to save the fellow from himself by renting a moving truck and having their own staff (retail employees) pack up as much of the 'important' stuff as possible and put it all into storage. A nationally syndicated columnist dashed across the street to salvage family oil portraits and incredibly delicate crystal.
There were actual fist fights (plural) between neighbors over who was in charge and what should be done. Strangers did their best to loot and local folks stared dumbfounded.
The columnist intends to write about it and asked how I felt about the fellow. I told the truth but in diluted form...sad to say, I am certain that the good Samaritans will never see the fruits of their labor either in repayment for their expenses, in gratitude...or even ever seeing his face again.
He has always been a chancer and was, frankly, full of shit. He took pleasure in the pains of others and did not miss an opportunity to make a joke at another person's expense.
We were on opposite ends of the political spectrum and I finally had to tell him that joking about my views would have to stop, or we could not be friends. In the end, I did my best to avoid him...not easy when we bumped into each other nearly every day.
So. So. Strange.