Cashmere, that is a killing offense. Is there someplace that you can order yummy delivery food for yourself from?
Spike's Bitches 21 Gunn Salute
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Good. Now you can post pictures of your new haircut.
But, it looks awful, 'cause I took a nap, and now I have wings. But, if you can't wait till Sunday (when I'd have party pictures), I suppose I can have Em take some now.
Definitely a killing offense, Cashmere. I'm so sorry!
Beat him with that cluestick like a gong.
Killing offense, most certainly.
"Posing green 5" is her Zombie Impression, I'm sure of it.
Oh my good lord. I just watched "The Surreal Life" for the first time (the first episode with Chyna, Peter Brady, MiniMe, Adrienne from ANTM, and some other folks). Dude. DUUUUDE. That is some of the most fucked up funniest shit I have ever seen. SOOOOO wrong. But dear lord, funny as hell. In a "oh god make it stop" kind of way. Especially when it involved MiniMe. Which most of it did. Also, Chyna is a MAN. WTF?
You were smart to stay home, Cashmere. Don't kill him, though. He's likely stupid from the freedom. He meant well. Called to include you, even. Then had a couple of drinks and didn't have to wipe poop off of anyone's bum.
That said, there's no reason *you* have to be the one to hear Owen in the morning, know what I'm sayin'?
Speaking of which; after I have spent the day at home coping with contractors and decision-making, my husband just called to say he'd be home late.
Moments before I was about to call HIM explaining that we'd better go out for the evening because it was too damned cold. Unfortunately, my daughter took the call.
Holy shit.
Livejournal has had a HUMONGOUS crash.
Urp. Yeah, they did. Poor beastie, I hope they don't have to shoot it.
Poor Hec. I'm going to bed. He's gonna have to wait for pictures.