Feh on people being sick. I am not yet, knock on wood, though I am absolutely exhausted, and started thinking about going to bed about an hour ago.
Love isn't brains, children, it's blood, blood screaming inside you to work its will.
Spike ,'Sleeper'
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 - Oct 31, 2005 7:51:33 pm PST #5948 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Pix - Oct 31, 2005 7:56:58 pm PST #5949 of 10001
The status is NOT quo.
I'm so looking forward to seeing the MN pics! Posting via Treo from a theatre in Costa Mesa, so no pictures for me until I get home.
Had a wonderfully fun day in Disneyland with Jilli, Pete, Drew, and Sean. We should have some pictures of our own at some point.
I've been grading tests like a good little teacher while Drew is working tonight—it's amazing how much more I can get done when I don't have a laptop or television around to distract me. Anyway, sanity break is nearly over. Nine more tests and I can finally go to sleeeeeeep. Well, eventually. Once I get dropped off at home. At some point.
juliana - Nov 01, 2005 4:54:32 am PST #5950 of 10001
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
I seem to have brought home a cold with me. Here's hoping none of you caught it!
Crap. Sorry!
Vortex - Nov 01, 2005 5:57:21 am PST #5951 of 10001
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
I'm feeling you Deb. I'm out of coffee in my office.
Lee - Nov 01, 2005 9:38:56 am PST #5952 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Jess, insent to your gmail account.
Laura - Nov 01, 2005 9:42:33 am PST #5953 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.
My son, husband, and MIL all commented on the hotness of Juliana. MIL loves the Blue Jess hair. Also, son declared my friends a bunch of freaks, which he has mentioned a few times before.
eta: If my legs looked like Sail's I would were short skirts all the damn time.
DavidS - Nov 01, 2005 1:37:43 pm PST #5954 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
If my legs looked like Sail's I would were short skirts all the damn time.
Right? I noticed that too and had been meaning to comment.
SailAweigh - Nov 01, 2005 2:29:10 pm PST #5955 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
Blushes.
I like to think they still look fairly good. I've been fortunate in my genetic heritage. My mother's nickname in college was "Legs" Chaban. Me, I was known for my butt. Fortunately, no nickname was ever attached to that particular feature!
deborah grabien - Nov 01, 2005 2:42:23 pm PST #5956 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
I ought to start showing off my ageing dancer's gams, and stop worrying about this fucking sagging middleaged jawline....
Sail, tell 'em about the Wings That Refused To Cooperate.
SailAweigh - Nov 01, 2005 3:25:26 pm PST #5957 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
Hee, those things were the biggest pain in the neck I've ever run into. Literally. The wings strapped on with elastic over the shoulders, but there were also a couple of long laces that we couldn't quite figure out what to do with them. We tried tying them a couple of different ways, but none of them seemed to help with the fact that the damn wings kept bopping me in the back of the head. To make matters worse, the first time I tried them on, one of the elastic bands snapped on one end. Fortunately, Zach had safety pins (I think he owns stock, he must go through tons for his Halloween costumes) and we were able to pin the broken band. Fortunately, that was at J & Z's apartment before we went off to the party.
The second night, I carried the wings to the bar with me and, of course, as soon as I put them on the other end of the elastic band breaks. Oh, no! My wings had been plucked! I considered, for a while, announcing myself as a street walker. However, the intrepid Juliana called up the even more intrepid Zach and he brought the magic pins with him, again. All I can say is, being a social butterfly is much harder than it appears.