I don't know why I'm numbering this.
Because numeration is comforting to you?
And the thing is, I like my evil like I like my men: evil. You know, straight up, black hat, tied to the train tracks, soon my electro-ray will destroy metropolis BAD.
Buffy ,'Sleeper'
Spike's Bitches 44: It's about the rules having changed.
[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.
DavidS - May 22, 2009 6:34:30 pm PDT #10708 of 30000
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Hil R. - May 22, 2009 6:38:47 pm PDT #10709 of 30000
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
Perhaps.
OK, painkillers are finally working enough that I think I can get to sleep.
Hil R. - May 22, 2009 7:12:53 pm PDT #10710 of 30000
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
Well, that whole "going to bed" thing isn't quite working. I've been exhausted all day. Why can't I sleep now?
Seska (the Watcher-in-Training) - May 22, 2009 10:33:03 pm PDT #10711 of 30000
"We're all stories, in the end. Just make it a good one, eh?"
Hil, pain sucks. (I want a t-shirt with that on.) I hope you can sleep soon.
Me, it's up-time here. Going to do essay reading, maybe go out and find tea bags (living without for any length of time is not a good idea - homocidal-me does not get on with essays). Wonder if I can fit in a massage too.
sj - May 22, 2009 11:21:09 pm PDT #10712 of 30000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Hil, Feel better. I hope you can get some sleep tonight. I too am whimpering on the couch, but I slept a bit first.
Seska (the Watcher-in-Training) - May 22, 2009 11:29:18 pm PDT #10713 of 30000
"We're all stories, in the end. Just make it a good one, eh?"
No massage appointments til Tuesday, but I've booked one. Go me, for doing something (eventually) rather than just chattering about it.
Shir - May 23, 2009 3:24:06 am PDT #10714 of 30000
"And that's why God Almighty gave us fire insurance and the public defender".
I've not actually been there myself. I am not a fan of hummus
I'm gonna risk my nationality here and say that even though I can appreciate good hummus (Abu Gosh! Abu Gosh! Abu Gosh!), I agree with that. Hummus isn't food, for me. It's a snack, or a side dish, and rarely within reach.
pain sucks
Unless you're a masochist, or just find it arousing.
(I'm not helping, I know. Hil, anything new you can try with the pains? Any new med? Kill-With-Mere-Thought?)
Good luck with the dog, Barb.
And of course, Yay Burrell And No Cancer! Woot!
Hil R. - May 23, 2009 4:24:38 am PDT #10715 of 30000
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
Gronklies. I got a bit of sleep, woke up a few times. Feeling a bit better today.
Shir - May 23, 2009 4:49:07 am PDT #10716 of 30000
"And that's why God Almighty gave us fire insurance and the public defender".
Pets Hil
Hope today and tonight will be a lot better for you, and pain-free.
Am looking for the BBC's radio play of H2G2, but the link that was given to me doesn't work anymore. I have it on a soon-to-fall-into-pieces-cassette, but a friend wanted to download it too.
Strix - May 23, 2009 4:52:11 am PDT #10717 of 30000
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
Hello, hello, hello! I am just excited to be on here! How IS everyone?! I feel like I've been away forever. I miss y'all.
To sum: I am sitting in solitary splendor in (ahem) my boyfriend's house. I am dogsitting whilst he visits family this weekend. And, Jesus God, he's got a computer that works. I may not leave the chair for three damned days, I am so excited. He also has a DVR, a coffeepot, and lets me smoke in the house. And use his washing machine. I would vastly prefer him to actually BE here, but this ain't bad.
Let's see -- recap on my last two months -- I survived surgery, went back to work. Work is going well. Surgery changed my life, no fucking doubt about that. I feel better than I have in years. Have lost about 15 pounds. Acquired a boyfriend -- he's geektastic. Y'all would love. He's a total Buffista. We watch Dollhouse together.
We're going to Chicago next weekend to meet HIS internet friends. (Sounds familiar, anyone?!) Life is a repeato cabaret, my friends. Life is a frickin' cabaret.