I'm sorry, quester. You never get accustomed to people dying. Never gets easier. Unfortunately it does get more frequent with age.
Oh, at first it was confusing. Just the idea of computers was like — whoa! I'm eleven hundred years old! I had trouble adjusting to the idea of Lutherans.
Anya ,'Get It Done'
Spike's Bitches 49: As usual, I'm here to help you, and I... are you naked under there?
Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Laura - May 29, 2018 4:35:49 pm PDT #3893 of 8219
Our wings are not tired.
Fred Pete - May 30, 2018 3:02:46 am PDT #3894 of 8219
Ann, that's a ferret.
My condolences, quester.
Gudanov - May 30, 2018 4:24:13 am PDT #3895 of 8219
Coding and Sleeping
Sorry, quester.
Scrappy - May 30, 2018 5:02:12 am PDT #3896 of 8219
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
That's a gut punch, Quester. So sorry.
SuziQ - May 30, 2018 11:28:21 am PDT #3897 of 8219
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
O!!! M!!! G!!! 17 DAYS FROM NOW I WILL HAVE JASON MOMOA'S ARM AROUND ME!!!!!!!!!
Hil R. - May 30, 2018 12:59:24 pm PDT #3898 of 8219
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
I should get dressed and go to CVS and pick up some prescriptions. But I feel all tired and blah. But the prescriptions will (hopefully) make me feel less tired and blah. But I still need to get dressed and drive over there and talk to the pharmacist and probably wait for them to be filled, since there are insurance issues.
Hil R. - May 30, 2018 2:20:50 pm PDT #3899 of 8219
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
I brushed my teeth, then felt dizzy and had to sit down again. I'll go to the pharmacy tomorrow.
Steph L. - May 30, 2018 3:12:18 pm PDT #3900 of 8219
I look more rad than Lutheranism
[CW: suicidal ideation] [NOT mine]
ISTG, Tim's not!son is a swirling vortex of chaos. The dude is still in jail (though I think in the next week or 2 he "graduates" to a halfway house), so you'd think we wouldn't have to deal with his bullshit. But no. Everything in his life is just imbued with the same chaos-generating force.
His girlfriend showed up on our doorstep 2 hours ago and announced that she's suicidal and actively planning it and just needs somewhere to get away from her mom for a few hours, so she's here to play with Murderbiscuit, and marched on into our house.
Prior to that she had apparently talked on the phone with Tim for quite a while, and I am super annoyed that he didn't bother to even text me with a heads-up that she was suicidal and going to park herself in our living room while I was trying to work.
And I am 100%, 1000%, vastly unqualified to even deal with someone who's actively making plans to kill themself. I don't know how to deal with it. Other than try to dial down the extreme panic response it sparks in me. And furthermore, I shouldn't fucking have to deal with this. Tim finally got home from work, and I retreated into the bedroom with the excuse of finishing my editing (which I am obviously not doing), and he can fucking deal with her.
I am super full of rage right now, which is not the most compassionate response to someone who's in so much pain they're contemplating suicide, but hey. I didn't act on my rage. And I am REALLY glad I have therapy tomorrow.
And I have no idea what happens next. I can't force her to go to the psych ER, but that's where she belongs.
Tom Scola - May 30, 2018 3:23:23 pm PDT #3901 of 8219
Remember that the frontier of the Rebellion is everywhere. And even the smallest act of insurrection pushes our lines forward.
Jesus Christ, Steph. I'm sorry.
Steph L. - May 30, 2018 3:31:51 pm PDT #3902 of 8219
I look more rad than Lutheranism
I'm not just full of Hulk rage, I'm hangry. I didn't get dinner because not!son's GF showed up at 6:00 when I was thinking about what to make, and she's still fucking here. And I don't want to feed her dinner. So I'm still in the bedroom, hangry as hell and full of rage.