I remember this the same, shrift. My sister's birthday is today and I thought they were the same date.
It's called a blaster, Will, a word that tends to discourage experimentation. Now, if it were called the Orgasmater, I'd be the first to try your basic button press approach.
Xander ,'Get It Done'
ita's thread
A place where we can talk about ita, miss ita, and share information about memorials. The hugging started over here in Natter.
Laura - Jan 04, 2017 1:21:43 pm PST #2727 of 3157
Our wings are not tired.
DXMachina - Jan 04, 2017 3:20:24 pm PST #2728 of 3157
You always do this. We get tipsy, and you take advantage of my love of the scientific method.
It is. Same birthday as my brother.
Jesse - Jan 04, 2017 4:33:06 pm PST #2729 of 3157
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Oh, friends. ♥
Jessica - Jan 05, 2017 11:27:52 am PST #2730 of 3157
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
My daughter's birthday, too.
lisah - Jan 05, 2017 5:50:25 pm PST #2731 of 3157
Punishingly Intricate
Also, my nephew's.
Polgara - Jan 10, 2017 9:15:52 am PST #2732 of 3157
Karma is a cat, sleeping in my lap cuz it loves me. ~TS
Today is the two-year anniversary of the day ita died (which is not the same as the day we learned she died). The world has been a little less fun, a little less sarcastic, and a little freer of NSFW links since then. She was truly unique in all the best possible ways, and I'm still amazed I was lucky enough to call her friend, and even more so that she called me friend.
Dana - Jan 10, 2017 10:37:28 am PST #2733 of 3157
I'm terrifically busy with my ennui.
Jesse - Jan 10, 2017 10:45:21 am PST #2734 of 3157
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Jesus, two years?
-t - Jan 10, 2017 10:52:25 am PST #2735 of 3157
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
Oh, and that's the actress that played Rue?
Wistful and sad, now.
WindSparrow - Jan 11, 2017 4:32:14 am PST #2736 of 3157
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.
This world just is not the same without her.