Excellent P-C!!!
And curses! Daniel -- I was going to post that!
I liked AH in that hat. Can't wait to see the episode.
Also, the guest star in this week's episode bears an unsettling resemblance to Robyn Hitchcock.
So, how was your summer? Mine was fun. Saw some fish. Went mad with hunger. Hallucinated a whole bunch.
Angel ,'Conviction (1)'
Spike's Bitches 22: You've got Angel breath
[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.
sumi - Feb 15, 2005 7:24:36 pm PST #1314 of 10001
Art Crawl!!!
ChiKat - Feb 15, 2005 7:41:22 pm PST #1315 of 10001
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
Yay, P-C!!!
I have been writing my Student Teacher Autobiography. Can I just tell you all how much I hate writing that kind of crap. But, I need to turn in all my application forms so I can student teach next spring. And, I need to turn them in tomorrow. Which is why I am still up at 11:40 even though I'm fixin' to drop.
Going to school and working full-time sucks.
Connie Neil - Feb 15, 2005 7:52:02 pm PST #1316 of 10001
brillig
SAve that letter, Polter, and show it to your family when they ask why you changed focus.
Today the local paper, tomorrow a space a few places down from Steven Hawking's books.
In Amy's-sister-news, (whitefonted for those who don't want to know these sorts of things about female anatomy) they were able to pull most of the growths, which ranged in size from grape to tennis ball, but the biggest one is so close to a major artery that attempting to remove it would likely make the uterus unworkable, so they'd just go for full removal anyway. Sis still has hopes of a kid, so they're putting off anything more definitive for a while.
She's doing fine, Amy had to call her brother to get information because no one ever called her, and she's exploring the possibilities of hiring assassins or knee-breakers without getting caught.
Cashmere - Feb 15, 2005 7:54:13 pm PST #1317 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.
she's exploring the possibilities of hiring assassins or knee-breakers without getting caught.
She's got one volunteer. I can wield a pretty mean lead pipe.
Connie Neil - Feb 15, 2005 7:59:01 pm PST #1318 of 10001
brillig
She's got one volunteer
Plus you could hide the pipe behind the baby and say, "Who, me, officer? I'm just a harmless mother with an adorable child."
Cashmere - Feb 15, 2005 7:59:45 pm PST #1319 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.
Plus you could hide the pipe behind the baby and say, "Who, me, officer? I'm just a harmless mother with an adorable child."
That could work.
Lilty Cash - Feb 15, 2005 9:46:08 pm PST #1320 of 10001
"You see? THAT's what they want. Love, and a bit with a dog."
Bah! I just got home from work, and would love to go to sleep. Unfortunatly, I drank FAR too much coffee/Mountain Dew/Diet Coke to keep me bouncy for my workers, and am all kinds of shaking now. Mebbe a NyQuil.
Lee - Feb 15, 2005 9:54:47 pm PST #1321 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Or you could stay and play with us!
Lilty Cash - Feb 15, 2005 9:59:25 pm PST #1322 of 10001
"You see? THAT's what they want. Love, and a bit with a dog."
Yeah, it'll take a few minutes for the drugs to kick in, anyway. (No Nyquil, but something blue I'm certain is a Nytol or something.)
How was your day, Lee?
Lilty Cash - Feb 15, 2005 10:08:34 pm PST #1323 of 10001
"You see? THAT's what they want. Love, and a bit with a dog."
Holy SHIT! So, I just bring the computer in my room, and obviously, Cat had pushed the door open sometime tonight, because Captain Jack's bowl was turned over onto its side, and water was all over. (The noise must have scared her off, though, because, while I've found stuff near his bowl knocked onto the floor before, she's never actually gotten to him.)
So, bowl is on its side with just about no water left, just little bits between the marbles in the bottom, and Jack is still there (this is how I figure she got scared off) but he's all still with Xs for eyes and shit. Dead. Dead dead dead. And so I dump my water glass in there, all panicky, because I'm all juiced on caffeine.
THE FUCKER STARTS SWIMMING.