'Trash'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Oh Nora, that's just awful.
Glad to hear it - it just totally came to me during the "intervention" moments, but I was so far behind at that point that I was worried I'd never find an appropriate time to post it.Frank, I can hear John Lovitz saying, "Slap my ass and call me Judy." Do you know--was it from his guest appearance on Friends, or something else? I don't think I ever watched much Lovitz, except on SNL.
Oh, Nora, I'm so sorry this was someone you knew, even in passing.
Yes, I just got confirmation that this was the same person. Not that I was too doubtful, I mean how many emergencies were there on the subway last week? I feel like, I don't know, if I'd left the office when I was supposed to, maybe I would have run into him and chatted with him and... jeez, I don't know, then he'd have gone and done it anyway. He is alive though, that's what I've heard.
I've heard that his SO wants to keep it quiet, but I don't know how exactly that's going to happen. I mean, we were passing by people outside the Someday Cafe after watching the movie last night and I overheard someone talking about it.
Also, a weird parallel between last week's tragedy in LA. Thankfully nobody died as a result of the Red Line incident.
How did you get to Somerville, Jen? I was kicking myself for not taking the 85 from Kendall that day, but I wanted to treat myself to Indian food.
Happy birthday, Anne!
Nora, I'm so sorry. How scary. I hope he'll be ok and get some help. And you're right, thank goodness no one else was hurt.
Happy Birthday, Anne!
I am SO sore from shoveling out my car yesterday. I'm not sure I'm going to be able to move today. Craziness.
Mornina, all. Just a quick drive-by. I'm either getting a cold, or my body is freaking out because I'm quitting smoking...or both. It's fun.
Does anyone have the Orb? Becuase I've forgotten what it looks like and it's kinda depressing. Bleargh.
Mmmm. Hot tea with lemon. Ambrosia. Buttered toast -- also good.
All right -- back to the salt mine! See you later.
Does anyone have the Orb?
We've got it. Hopefully it's gonna melt some of the snow! Feel better, though, girl.
Anouncement: I get to have pancakes with Sean this morning.
Analysis: Yay.
Timelies!
My roommate is gone for two days, and I've got them both off from work. And I have coffee. Life is good.
Timelies. I have no coffee. Or pancakes. Or people with whom to have pancakes. I do, however, have Kashi GoLean blueberry waffles. And a strange need to construct sentences awkwardly in order to not end with a preposition. Neither of these quite compensate for the lack of other stuff.
I get to possibly have pancakes with a bunch of Somervillains today, so there. Or, we may just eat the homemade bread and ham that DX is bringing. At any rate, there will be Somervillains, and there will be eating. Life is good.
For now, though, I'm eating poptarts. And soon there will be coffee.