I don't have fear of being mugged in our downtown. There are parts of South Dallas that are really bad, stuff I thought only existed in movies bad. Which sucks because the creeks and green areas and old houses are cool.
Wash: Mal, your dead army buddy's on the bridge! Zoe: He ain't dead. Wash: Oh.
'The Message'
F2F 3: Who's Bringing the Guacamole?
Plan what to do, what to wear (you can never go wrong with a corset), and get ready for the next BuffistaCon: San Francisco, May 19-21, 2006! Everything else, go here! Swag!
Daisy Jane - Feb 09, 2005 6:59:56 am PST #1423 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Daisy Jane - Feb 09, 2005 7:02:50 am PST #1424 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Kristin? Whenever you're around, can you email me your address? I'm going to put the check in the mail at lunch.
Also, when I call the hotel, I just tell 'em I need a room and I'm with the buffistas? Are we all pronouncing it the same way? Should we put the contact info for the hotel in an easy to get at place, like the first post or something?
Cashmere - Feb 09, 2005 7:16:30 am PST #1425 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.
When Lee visits in March, I will stock my refrigerator with nothing BUT Swiss cheese.
Owen loves Swiss cheese and can't wait until March.
Lee - Feb 09, 2005 7:35:14 am PST #1426 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
You keep saying that. I do not think it means what you think it means.
Hee.
Owen loves Swiss cheese and can't wait until March.
Also, hee.
It needs to be March now.
Deena - Feb 09, 2005 9:23:25 am PST #1427 of 10001
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara
Yes. Being March now would be of the good.
ChiKat - Feb 09, 2005 9:24:05 am PST #1428 of 10001
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
Lee, when you come to Chicago, I promise no swiss cheese. I don't like it, either.
Lee - Feb 09, 2005 9:25:59 am PST #1429 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Yay!
aurelia - Feb 09, 2005 9:50:03 am PST #1430 of 10001
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.
I make no promises about swiss cheese.
Lee - Feb 09, 2005 9:51:13 am PST #1431 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Hmm. I might have to rethink this "favorite" thing.
What's your stance on bacon?
aurelia - Feb 09, 2005 9:52:07 am PST #1432 of 10001
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.
No pig for me, thanks.