She's right. I'm actually in a room by myself, wishing I had imaginary internet friends.
Angel's lame. His hair goes straight up, and he's bloody stupid!
Buffybot ,'Dirty Girls'
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!
Lee - Sep 30, 2005 10:04:21 am PDT #5318 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
SailAweigh - Sep 30, 2005 10:25:42 am PDT #5319 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
As for me, I'm a sitting here wondering who these strange people in these lovely apartment are. They seem awful nice, no axes lying around.
Steph L. - Sep 30, 2005 11:20:09 am PDT #5320 of 10001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
and each using a laptop.
Heh. Like when you and SA visited me. I think it's a Buffista default.
Katerina Bee - Sep 30, 2005 11:40:43 am PDT #5321 of 10001
Herding cats for fun
This is SO modern. We are at Chez Perkins and we gots four laptops amongst five people. Lunch is being discussed. There may be pizza and salad very soon. Next, we're going to look at pretty pictures on a collection of Tarot decks, and we'll ask the Universe if this is a propitious time for Chez Bee to go back up to four kitties. Then a Serenity viewing! We will have so much fun it mighht be illegal or immmoral.
Paging Beth and Matt: Could I catch a ride back to thhe East Bay with you tomorrow night?
Aims - Sep 30, 2005 12:30:33 pm PDT #5322 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
HEY! What's the weather like up there? How should I dress yon child?
Sparky1 - Sep 30, 2005 12:50:37 pm PDT #5323 of 10001
Librarian Warlord
Today it is 80 degrees, but the weather people are threatening us with clouds and cooler temps tomorrow by 10+ degrees.
Layers are key.
deborah grabien - Sep 30, 2005 1:24:08 pm PDT #5324 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Aimee, layers. SF is always about layers.
I pulled out of the driveway in 76 degrees and brilliant sun, and drove west. I live just about a mile from Ocean beach and Cliff House. As I crested the rise next to Golden Gate Park at around 26th Avenue, the universe disappeared: total fog. Driving back back north on Skyline Boulevard is something I'd love to be able to show you; the ocean was a bowl full of whipped cream, basically, with the very tops of Mt. Tamalpais and the blinkies on the towers of the Golden Gate Bridge showing.
My house? Still 76, clear sky. We're all about microclimates here.
Aimee, I got some basic ground beef to cook up for the tot tomorrow, and can she eat ditalini pasta (the little tiny tubes) or does she needs strands?
Going to lay down. The MS is kicking my arse today and I need to be up and at 'em in the morning.
Aims - Sep 30, 2005 1:25:32 pm PDT #5325 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Aimee, I got some basic ground beef to cook up for the tot tomorrow, and can she eat ditalini pasta (the little tiny tubes) or does she needs strands?
She's good with whatever. I'm quickly learning that her appetite is like her father's, thank goodness.
YOU LIE DOWN!
Layers, it is.
deborah grabien - Sep 30, 2005 1:40:07 pm PDT #5326 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Eating a mouthful of something and then crashing. Backson.
Lee - Sep 30, 2005 2:23:27 pm PDT #5327 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
My apartment has turned into slounge central. Yay!