"Heavy is the head that wears the crown," Gus, my friend.
Natter 32 Flavors and Then Some
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.
Jesse has abandoned me. I am bereft.
Homework! I'm pretending to do homework!
Boy-Buffitas: Your goilfirend come into the room after you have become too familiar with the single malt. She needs to discuss her current thoughts about molecular valences.
You nod a lot, right?
Nodding builds esteem.
It says so in the Boy Manual.
The crown comes after you figure this one out.
I think ita should move here: [link]
There's a link with a ton of pictures on that page. And everyone should have their own craftsman home. We'll ignore the price, because it is in a nifty area.
We'll ignore the price, because it is in a nifty area.
Three bedrooms! That is the home super fantastic!
...oops. Been reading the Manolo instead of the school book. Focus, FOCUS.
She needs to discuss her current thoughts about molecular valences.
Hybridization is your friend. Maybe a little sp², followed by a discussion of SN2 kinetics.
Three bedrooms! That is the home super fantastic!
I know. Maybe Jesse and I should move in instead.
t looks at Alibelle's link
t overdoses on "Industry" references in link
DX: t nods
Okay, that's a hell of a house. When I grow up, I want a Craftsman house (I was drooling untoward during the last ep of Numb3rs).
I saw my second apartment. Costs more than I'm paying now, less than the other apartment. It's bigger than mine, which is yay, and brighter, which is scary. It has a huge balcony. Yay. It's done in cool colours, not heavy oppressive ones. Ick. It's nearby, but in Brentwood, which is a bit twee.
Hmm.
I have told myself that if I get an apartment near the price of my current one, then ... well, no, if I don't get an apartment near the price of my current one, I definitely can't join the nice gym. There's a terrible gym gap here. It's either ultra-swank, or no nice things at all, or the Y. Maybe the Y. But the Y could stand to open earlier.
WHY CAN'T MY PLACE JUST FIX THE DAMNED CABLE???1?
I know. Maybe Jesse and I should move in instead.
Man. If it wasn't for the whole being-in-LA thing....
WHY CAN'T MY PLACE JUST FIX THE DAMNED CABLE???1?
Aw. Pobrecita.