I'm just, uh, just feeling kinda... truthsome right now. And, uh... life's just too damn short for ifs and maybes.

Mal ,'Heart Of Gold'


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P.M. Marc - Feb 01, 2005 2:13:55 pm PST #8623 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

Cashmere, did any maternity stores have you give them your address when you shopped there?

I suspect that's how I got on the mailing lists. (Should have said, "no you may not know where I live, fuckos!", but I hate the hassle.)


Betsy HP - Feb 01, 2005 2:14:44 pm PST #8624 of 10002
If I only had a brain...

Also, did you have a birth announcement in the paper?


DCJensen - Feb 01, 2005 2:26:31 pm PST #8625 of 10002
All is well that ends in pizza.

Cindy, you are past the point of intervention. You are officially Lost.

Now I'm imagining Lost stacker. The heads of various cast members dropping. Maybe even certain pairings would cause unpredictable results.

And you could have a polar bear, the doomrador and maybe a golf ball or a black rock. The thing in the woods could be a swirl with a question mark.

Hmmm. Never had a worthy project to interest me in Flash before...


-t - Feb 01, 2005 2:28:49 pm PST #8626 of 10002
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration

There's such a thing as birth announcements?


brenda m - Feb 01, 2005 2:29:58 pm PST #8627 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

Oh my lord, Betsy. I heard about the hostage thing earlier. That's so bizarre. (But funny, and there's not a lot of that in regard to this war.)


Lyra Jane - Feb 01, 2005 2:39:56 pm PST #8628 of 10002
Up with the sun

Well, the thing about the renter's insurance is that it covers stuff like, your bed, sofa, (both expensive items to replace)

What if your sofa was inherited and is well over 30 years old? (My grandmother reupholstered it about 10 years ago and didn't use it much in general, so it doesn't LOOK it, but it would be hard to put a dollar value to. I think the only furniture we have that wasn't inherited, is fairly cheap IKEA stuff.) I guess my question is -- would we have to guess what our parents and grandparents spent, or what?

There's such a thing as birth announcements?

NSM anymore, what with the new privacy laws, but hospitals used to release the information to newspapers.

I just received my very first fan mail

Great news, P-C!


Daisy Jane - Feb 01, 2005 2:39:58 pm PST #8629 of 10002
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."

Does anyone else find it really weird that I get eerily exact mailings for baby products right before Owen is ready for them?

When I got married we got this little gift pack when we filled out a form. For nearly a year after I got cleaning products to try in the mail. It was no small source of amusement to Mr. H, who watched me say over and over, "What's this for again?"


-t - Feb 01, 2005 2:41:32 pm PST #8630 of 10002
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration

You can insure for replacement cost, can't you? if you don't know the actual value, I mean.


brenda m - Feb 01, 2005 2:46:17 pm PST #8631 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

Heather, I figured if anyone knew Cowboy Mouth, you would. I love them. My sister and I go see them every chance we get.


Daisy Jane - Feb 01, 2005 2:53:53 pm PST #8632 of 10002
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."

My first Cowboy Mouth concert (well, bar gig) was awful. I ran into an evil ex and got trashed and wound up having to be escorted out of the ladies, but I love them and their music--no matter how awful boys named Ron can be.

I'm going into a whole fantasy world now where I'm still 17 and Centenary Oyster House is still open.