~ma, Hil! Sorry about the crap bagel!
Mal ,'The Message'
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.
Interview~ma Hil.
I'm in the waiting room. I don't think they gave me enough Valium.
Thinking of you, sj. It will be okay!
Vibing for you, sj!
Lots of ~ma headed your way, sj.
I'm at the math conference now. I have coffee and a thing that calls itself a bagel. (It is not. It is a roll.)
I bet its even crap for a roll.
Hang in there, sj!
The procedure didn't work. I have to decide if I want to try it in the office or the hospital next month. If I took 3 Advil at 9:30, when can I take more?
Now.
People never call me brave when I feel brave, only when I feel completely fucked up.(Which makes me wonder, is that what they think my life is always like, so they can't picture me watching Bourdain and waiting for my fingernails to dry?) Ironically, the older I get, I sort of get why kids gave me a hard time in school. Not only was I a "Jerry's Kid" but I was the kind of one who thought she could make friends in kind of a poor neighborhood by explaining how they are different things from what I had. Kids are so *square*, man. Especially for a group that gets all the credit for whimsy and imagination and what-have-you--one-to-one, sure, but in groups? Little puritans. "You eat weird fruit." "You laugh at stuff I don't know."
I too was bewildered about how the foil was going to work to get smonster out of bed in the morning.
Lots of ~ma, sj.