Epic, I'm so sorry. That is way too young.
'Objects In Space'
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.
Oh, Epic, I'm so sorry. Too much death.
I’m so sorry, Epic
I've had that happen. The answers don't help that much.
The answers don't help that much.
No, you're right. It won't change anything...except all of us going, "but he lost all that weight and kept it off for more than a decade," "but he was doing all that hiking in November," he didn't drink, smoke, or do drugs of any kind. It's just bewildering. And, honestly, a little scary for someone like me, who hasn't lost as much weight and is currently in treatment for cancer, and, and, and. If he can go with nothing wrong, what chance do I have? And I know one thing has nothing to do with the other, but you can't reason with my subconscious right now, I'm afraid. I feel like if we know what happened, my brain can go, "Well all right then." Even though it's obviously not all right with him gone.
Yeah, I know. It's weird for me, as a very healthy impaired person(although people with my disability have a huge risk of clots and stuff. Which I used to be young enough to think "too bad for them," about people who just...kind of didn't wake up one day.) I'm not worried, nor am I old...esp. given family that lived into their nineties. but one day, it won't be nothing, you know?
Yeah. On one hand, it's a little too real and close.
On the other, I was just watching a rerun of Friends and I swear I feel similarly about the loss of Matthew Perry as him. Whether that's a comment on how long it's been since Patrick and I had any quality time or a comment on how (weirdly) close I felt to Chandler...
I don't know - I'm just all in my head about it. A Buffista who overthinks stuff - who could have predicted that?
Feeling this so hard. "Hi, I'm Erika...I make jokes when I'm uncomfortable." (Didn't Bitches used to be about another kind of...feeling someone. Gropes Epic nostalgically) I had a milestone birthday this fall and totally feel like I'm...under-performing as a woman, human, activist...you name it. Which I know is not exactly all Living In The Moment and such. Which I'd like to do, I think.
Feeling this so hard. "Hi, I'm Erika...I make jokes when I'm uncomfortable." (Didn't Bitches used to be about another kind of...feeling someone. Gropes Epic nostalgically)
This sentence is giving me actual heart eyes.
I sort of...blinked and missed almost three entire weeks of the board? (I know, blah blah time blindnesscakes, but still, wow)
Epic, I'm so sorry to hear about your friend.
Aw, thanks. Not to say that I *am* Chandler, but it was hard to hear my brother(who is only three years younger than I and should get it more) complaining about all the Perry tributes. Like Chandler, I had food that made me sad about my parents' divorce(or, rather, them sniping at the table) for quite a few years...that's where the ham and pineapple pizza came from.. Mom and A. wanted to order pizza and, at the time, I couldn't abide the thought of one that would taste like the ones we used to have.(I've kind of gotten over that, now...it comes up so much more often than turkey with all the trimmings would. Still like ham and pineapple, though. Maybe it always comes from pain.) Latest would-be Chandler moment: Our big boss,who is lowkey with us, but Impressive in certain other progressive circles was on a panel called "What Progressives Should Do About Biden" and I like to make him laugh. So I said "Sorry I couldn't be there, but I'm guessing the answer wasn't 'make it look like an accident.'" If the Secret Service talks to me, I'll call it research. I'm sorry, Epic.