{{{Fay}}}
Mal: How drunk was I last night? Jayne: Well I dunno. I passed out.
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
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.
Barb - May 13, 2009 8:36:21 am PDT #9671 of 30000
“Not dead yet!”
-t - May 13, 2009 8:40:59 am PDT #9672 of 30000
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
{{{Fay}}}} That's a lovely idea, the poem.
Connie Neil - May 13, 2009 8:41:29 am PDT #9673 of 30000
brillig
{{Fay}}
The crying can be as much for the realization of the loss of a layer of family. I had a weird spell when I realized that I was part of the oldest generation of living people of my family. I'm going to be that great-aunt (or later) that the descendants say, "Huh, Aunt Connie died, we should go to her funeral."
It's sort of like ablative armor against fate, all the layers are removed until you're the one directly facing the universe. I take comfort that my middle sister has well supplied the future with descendants.
Sympathy for the loss of others who felt things for Grandma is also a source of tears.
In any case, weird feelings at a time like this are required. Many trans-continental snuggles.
omnis_audis - May 13, 2009 8:42:31 am PDT #9674 of 30000
omnis, pursue. That's an order from a shy woman who can use M-16. - Shir
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omnis_audis - May 13, 2009 9:00:20 am PDT #9675 of 30000
omnis, pursue. That's an order from a shy woman who can use M-16. - Shir
unintentional serial:
The local PBS did a little video piece on our current theater, as we get ready to move to the new theater: [link] Click on the "Think May 8, 2009" video. Scroll ahead 17 minutes into the show, which starts the little thing on us. Believe it or not, there is a VERY brief cameo of moi at about 17:50 on the right side in a red shirt, not facing the camera.
IOworkN, it seems someone from outside the organization is saying I'm talking to the stagehand union about making the new theater a union house, or some such. Which would be the death rattle (financially) for this organization. Thankfully my boss, and the boss boss know me, and are like "that's not BC, he's a team player". Kinda freaky.
Polter-Cow - May 13, 2009 9:02:19 am PDT #9676 of 30000
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!
Jesus fuck, sneezing REALLY HURTS.
DavidS - May 13, 2009 9:06:03 am PDT #9677 of 30000
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Jesus fuck, sneezing REALLY HURTS.
Rattles your empty sockets, huh?
Might want to put that snuff box aside for a bit.
Polter-Cow - May 13, 2009 9:09:00 am PDT #9678 of 30000
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!
It's really just the one that's still very sore, but damn.
Fred Pete - May 13, 2009 9:14:24 am PDT #9679 of 30000
Ann, that's a ferret.
((((Fay and family))))
amych - May 13, 2009 9:16:20 am PDT #9680 of 30000
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
Oh, dear. I just came THIIIIIIIIIIIS close to addressing an email to the very very senior Professor Moron. Whose name is actually Morton.
Spell check said it was okay and everything.