Oh, Connie. Fucking cancer.
'Dear Diary, Today I was pompous and my sister was crazy.' 'Today, we were kidnapped by hill folk never to be seen again. It was the best day ever.'
Jayne ,'Safe'
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.
Sean K - Dec 05, 2013 8:18:38 pm PST #6883 of 30002
You can't leave me to my own devices; my devices are Nap and Eat. -Zenkitty
Connie Neil - Dec 05, 2013 8:20:00 pm PST #6884 of 30002
brillig
God, just having someplace to say it flat out and swearing where I don't have to worry about Hubby finding out and fretting about it is a comfort.
Connie Neil - Dec 05, 2013 8:20:41 pm PST #6885 of 30002
brillig
I'm tired of having to be strong.
WindSparrow - Dec 05, 2013 8:22:18 pm PST #6886 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.
Fuck cancer. Fuck it right in its ugly little ears.
Atropa - Dec 05, 2013 8:26:43 pm PST #6887 of 30002
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
Oh, fucking hell, Connie. I'm so sorry.
Steph L. - Dec 05, 2013 8:33:49 pm PST #6888 of 30002
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
I'm tired of having to be strong.
You don't have to be, here.
Scrappy - Dec 05, 2013 8:35:29 pm PST #6889 of 30002
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
That's right, Connie, weep, wail, swear and rage here. We'll be doing it with you.
le nubian - Dec 05, 2013 8:49:55 pm PST #6890 of 30002
"And to be clear, I am the hell. And the high water."
Man Connie. Take the time you need from work - as much as you can allow.
beekaytee - Dec 05, 2013 9:00:31 pm PST #6891 of 30002
Compassionately intolerant
Arms wide open, Connie. Like Scrappy (and everyone else) is saying...Right here with you.
Connie Neil - Dec 05, 2013 9:07:13 pm PST #6892 of 30002
brillig
I hate telling meat people these sorts of things, because they gush at me in my personal space and I have to deal with their dramatic reactions in real time instead of being able to make announcements and then retreat into the shadows for a couple of minutes while the reaction takes place and then settles. And then I have to reassure *them* that I'm coping etc.
It may be that I need a better level of meatspace companions.