Most disturbing LJ icon ever.
Hmmm, we saw a racoon tonight. Some kids spotted it behind the trashcan at Emmett's new aftercare.
Well, look who just popped open a fresh can of venom.
Xander ,'Empty Places'
Natter 31 But Looks 29
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
DavidS - Jan 07, 2005 7:28:10 pm PST #4103 of 10002
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
sarameg - Jan 07, 2005 7:28:44 pm PST #4104 of 10002
The words upset me as references unnice, but the picture? I've had skunks scrumping under my bedroom. With parfume and sounds. Oh god, the noise. I get over it.
(and then there was the mama raccoon who taught her litter to come to my window and poke their fingers through the screen and freak the hell out of my cat and then the time she grabbed m \y hand as I was wiping off peanut butter and cleaned it off. With her tongue and teeth.)
Cashmere - Jan 07, 2005 7:32:22 pm PST #4105 of 10002
Now tagless for your comfort.
t waits expectantly for billytea to make an appearance
Lee - Jan 07, 2005 8:07:32 pm PST #4106 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Quiet night.
People must be sleeping.
Hil R. - Jan 07, 2005 8:19:34 pm PST #4107 of 10002
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
I'm not sleeping, though I probably should be.
NoiseDesign - Jan 07, 2005 8:20:04 pm PST #4108 of 10002
Our wings are not tired
I'm lurking. I need to bring my server back online tonight, but I'm putting more stuff away in the office first.
Lee - Jan 07, 2005 8:20:48 pm PST #4109 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I'm not sleeping, though I probably should be.
Me too. I may take a bath and some nyquil, and see if I can change that.
Pix - Jan 07, 2005 8:22:31 pm PST #4110 of 10002
The status is NOT quo.
I just woke up from a sound sleep. Disugustingly. Puppy farts; they're not for the faint of heart. I'm exhausted and cranky.
Lee - Jan 07, 2005 8:23:31 pm PST #4111 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Eww. Poor Kristin.
P.M. Marc - Jan 07, 2005 8:24:04 pm PST #4112 of 10002
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
I'm watching Zoolander to wash the taste of Elf out of my mouth.