Open a package of parts? Break the seal on something? Make a sandwich?
I would be there right now.
Simon ,'Objects In Space'
Spike's Bitches 21 Gunn Salute
[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.
Ginger - Feb 03, 2005 3:09:07 pm PST #9038 of 10002
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Connie Neil - Feb 03, 2005 3:14:23 pm PST #9039 of 10002
brillig
Ritually sacrifice something to the god of pipes?
Nora Deirdre - Feb 03, 2005 3:16:22 pm PST #9040 of 10002
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
oh, my god, this has been a most horrid day.
I just want to cry and stay in bed. hey, bed. I think I'll go there now.
Polter-Cow - Feb 03, 2005 3:18:24 pm PST #9041 of 10002
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!
{{{{Nora}}}}
vw bug - Feb 03, 2005 3:18:42 pm PST #9042 of 10002
Mostly lurking...
Oh, poor Nora! You've been in the middle of it all. Did you just get home?
SailAweigh - Feb 03, 2005 3:19:10 pm PST #9043 of 10002
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
{{Nora}} Do what you gotta do. Feel better, sweetie.
WindSparrow - Feb 03, 2005 3:34:44 pm PST #9044 of 10002
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
Skippity-skipping 260ish posts to respond to Erika:
but it's still odd being in a one-Buffista town.Eventually, Casa Grande will qualify as a suburb of Phoenix. I probably still won't have a car. And/or will live in Minnesota. So it don't much matter. But hey, at least we aren't in a one-Buffista-state.
DCJensen - Feb 03, 2005 3:38:36 pm PST #9045 of 10002
All is well that ends in pizza.
{{{{Nora}}}}
Lee - Feb 03, 2005 3:42:14 pm PST #9046 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
This is sad. We had our monthly happy hour, and I had one glass of wine, which went straight to my head, and now I can't drive home, and don't want to work.
On the other hand, Wheeeee!
askye - Feb 03, 2005 3:44:36 pm PST #9047 of 10002
Thrive to spite them
(((Nora)))