Wash: Mal, your dead army buddy's on the bridge! Zoe: He ain't dead. Wash: Oh.

'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.


smonster - Feb 04, 2014 2:10:46 pm PST #8928 of 30002
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.

Uggh, Steph. I'm so sorry you are having such a shitty day. I hope you've gotten through the panic attack by now. We love you. Tim loves you. I hope you can find a way to talk to him when you are calmer about what would be helpful next time.

meara, that is super annoying. I hope you are documenting all this?

erika, glad you got some better insurance.

My boss, who was supposed to call me by 10 am to schedule our meeting this evening, just called to push it back to tomorrow afternoon. JFC, I am ready to be done with this. At this point I'm thinking of it as an exit interview.


beth b - Feb 04, 2014 3:14:30 pm PST #8929 of 30002
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!

Hope you are doing better. And I promise that those of us that are bad a responding to needs - can learn .


sj - Feb 04, 2014 4:50:06 pm PST #8930 of 30002
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

Teppy, I'm sorry that you had such a horrible day. I hope that you're feeling better this evening. Would it make you feel better to smite someone? Because I have a cousin who keeps using "passed" in her facebook statuses when she means "past".


Hil R. - Feb 04, 2014 4:59:25 pm PST #8931 of 30002
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l

Steph, I hope you're feeling better tonight.


Vortex - Feb 04, 2014 5:10:27 pm PST #8932 of 30002
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman

Hello my love - I am waving at you from across the room because the last thing you need is a hug ;)

I'm sorry that Tim didn't respond the way that you wanted him to. But if you're worried about screwing up, know that he did too.


meara - Feb 04, 2014 5:30:52 pm PST #8933 of 30002

Teppy, I'm sorry that you had such a horrible day. I hope that you're feeling better this evening. Would it make you feel better to smite someone? Because I have a cousin who keeps using "passed" in her facebook statuses when she means "past".

Hee. I love this offer. Only here.

Good luck, smonster. Luckily, yes, I have been documenting again and again their lack of work, but it still looks bad for me to not be able to get them to get it done. Grr.


Connie Neil - Feb 04, 2014 6:10:57 pm PST #8934 of 30002
brillig

Well, Hubby's hair is starting to go. He has a weird shape to the top of his skull, two shallow valleys back from his temples. He says that's where his horns were.


Burrell - Feb 04, 2014 6:23:30 pm PST #8935 of 30002
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!

I'm sorry you had such an awful day, Steph.

And Connie, that's hard, even when you know it's coming. Maybe especially.


DavidS - Feb 04, 2014 6:25:05 pm PST #8936 of 30002
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."

No, I forgot that it's all fine as long as I'm not a problem. Whatever. I should have remembered.

This is wrong. Sorry, but it is.


Burrell - Feb 04, 2014 6:37:04 pm PST #8937 of 30002
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!

Steph, I have been in the same place, that place where I am convinced that my DH, for all his wonderful qualities, cannot abide to see me during certain moments of my misery.

So I know those moments are real. And they hurt. But I know they don't erase the fact that he loves me and is there for me the vast majority of the time. And I just have to try and hold onto that truth--that he wants to be there for me even if he can't in that moment.

Anyway, I don't have a magic way to fix that feeling of hurt. I just wanted you to know that you aren't the only one who feels it.