I mean, let's say you did kill us. Or didn't. There could be torture. Whatever. But somehow you found the goods. What would your cut be?

Mal ,'Out Of Gas'


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.


tommyrot - Jan 15, 2005 5:29:26 am PST #6352 of 10002
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

It is 8 degrees here.

My plan for the day is to go over to miriam's to say goodbye to her dog Harpo, who will be put to sleep this afternoon.


Jesse - Jan 15, 2005 5:33:14 am PST #6353 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

Happy birthday, msbelle!!


Kathy A - Jan 15, 2005 5:36:08 am PST #6354 of 10002
We're very stretchy. - Connie Neil

Oh, no--poor miriam! Tell her I'm thinking about her, and Harpo (what a sweetie!).


Sophia Brooks - Jan 15, 2005 5:37:28 am PST #6355 of 10002
Cats to become a rabbit should gather immediately now here

Happy Birthday, msbelle!!!


§ ita § - Jan 15, 2005 5:47:55 am PST #6356 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

This is some pretty bra.

Betsy -- I will have to hie to Nordstrom's.


Lee - Jan 15, 2005 5:57:47 am PST #6357 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

I miss LiveJournal.

ita, if you go to the one at the Grove, I might see you. I need to go get my Christmas ipod, and now I think I may need to go buy new bras.


Lee - Jan 15, 2005 6:25:08 am PST #6358 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

I killed the thread again. I need to stop doing that.


P.M. Marc - Jan 15, 2005 6:31:58 am PST #6359 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

Gronk. Morning.

Suspect oatmeal in my future.

That picture of Theo and the giraffes is great.


Lee - Jan 15, 2005 6:33:23 am PST #6360 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

Suspect oatmeal in my future.

I'm sorry.


brenda m - Jan 15, 2005 6:33:47 am PST #6361 of 10002
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there

Yum, oatmeal. I had a toaster waffle. Tomorrow, though, I'm going to make french toast with a big piece of pumpkin bread that I got at the coffee shop and am letting get a little staler until then.