All the good operationma and fast healingma in the world to Emmett.
Death is your art. You make it with your hands day after day. That final gasp, that look of peace. And part of you is desperate to know: What's it like? Where does it lead you? And now you see, that's the secret. Not the punch you didn't throw or the kicks you didn't land. She really wanted it. Every Slayer has a death wish. Even you.
Spike ,'Conversations with Dead People'
Spike's Bitches 22: You've got Angel breath
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Lyra Jane - Mar 28, 2005 8:33:19 am PST #9779 of 10001
Up with the sun
Cashmere - Mar 28, 2005 8:34:44 am PST #9780 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.
Nose-ma to Emmett and calm-ma to his parents.
Aims - Mar 28, 2005 8:35:43 am PST #9781 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
(small amount of ~ma for MM today. He is at the new job and I haven't heard from him. He was really nervous this morning but was to die for in his shirt and tie.)
Calli - Mar 28, 2005 8:36:42 am PST #9782 of 10001
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
Fast-healing-nose~ma to Emmett.
I'm wondering how the heck you put a cast on a nose, but I'm sure however it's done it will be a wonderment and fascination to all the kids at Emmett's school.
Sean K - Mar 28, 2005 8:39:43 am PST #9783 of 10001
You can't leave me to my own devices; my devices are Nap and Eat. -Zenkitty
Don't stress too much, David. They're just fixing his nose, not cutting into his chest.
Nora Deirdre - Mar 28, 2005 8:47:22 am PST #9784 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
He is at the new job and I haven't heard from him.
MM~ma. I"m sure he's just getting the tour, meeting everyone, filling out forms, and stuff.
nose~ma for Emmett.
askye - Mar 28, 2005 8:47:54 am PST #9785 of 10001
Thrive to spite them
~quick healing-ma for Emmett and lots of ~calm-ma for you, Hec, EM, and JZ.
Lee - Mar 28, 2005 8:48:02 am PST #9786 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Perkins! I didn't get a tamarind ball!
Oh no! We will have to get Aurelia to set you up.
DebetEsse - Mar 28, 2005 8:53:06 am PST #9787 of 10001
Woe to the fucking wicked.
Work-ma to MM. And Nose-ma to Emmett.
erikaj - Mar 28, 2005 9:00:19 am PST #9788 of 10001
"Somewhere in this building is our talent." Toby Ziegler, my spirit animal
Aw...{{Hec}} (I know you're not fond of a promiscuous bracket, nor I of giving them, but I haven't the words today and it's just momentary softness anyway.) (Socks Hec in arm.) Is that better? I feel grateful I missed the surgery loop that many friends were on. And sad that that stuff wasn't more efficacious.