Hey, Em, I'm around.
I was cleaning the bathroom -- very exciting. But I can take a bath tonight, and have a new fluffy clean rug.
Wesley: Hey. Hey, Gunn. Is something weird going on? … Charles, you just peed on my shoes. Gunn: I'll be damned. That's weird.
'Life of the Party'
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.
Strix - Feb 19, 2005 11:51:57 am PST #2078 of 10001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
vw bug - Feb 19, 2005 11:55:09 am PST #2079 of 10001
Mostly lurking...
Now I'm downloading songs on iTunes as my treat. Wheee! This is fun!
Emily - Feb 19, 2005 11:58:02 am PST #2080 of 10001
"In the equation E = mc⬧, c⬧ is a pretty big honking number." - Scola
Erin, I looked long and hard, but the magazine does not appear to be online.
beth b - Feb 19, 2005 12:02:04 pm PST #2081 of 10001
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
things accomplished today
- breakfast at the cafe
- walk
- some of the weeds pulled in the side yard ( 1/2 hour to fill the green can)
- went to the hardware store to buy two things, but they had a sale - fit what you can in this paper sack and get 20% off. spent 80 dollars at the 100 dollar store.
- threw a bunch of grass seed on the ground.
- caught up in natter and bitches.
Deena - Feb 19, 2005 12:03:31 pm PST #2082 of 10001
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara
- spent some money
- took a nap
Jen - Feb 19, 2005 12:13:35 pm PST #2083 of 10001
love's a dream you enter though I shake and shake and shake you
I slept until 3pm today. So I've accomplished waking up and eating some breakfast so far. I'm proud of myself.
vw bug - Feb 19, 2005 12:19:27 pm PST #2084 of 10001
Mostly lurking...
Jen, have you gotten any fun mail?
SailAweigh - Feb 19, 2005 12:27:27 pm PST #2085 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
Happy Birthday, Beverly! And Happy Anniversary, Lori and Kat!
Daisy Jane - Feb 19, 2005 12:29:56 pm PST #2086 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Mr.H bought me a shuffle. He lives in a gold Sephora bag (the shuffle, not Mr H), and he needs a name. I love him very much (both the shuffle and Mr. H).
JZ - Feb 19, 2005 12:39:08 pm PST #2087 of 10001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
Happy anniversary to Kat and Lori, and may the day come soon when the rescinding of their wedding is rescinded and the whole damn country recognizes their marriage as just exactly that.
And happy birthday, Beverly!
And, once again, Susan is me. That entire post about the fear of death, the tiny-child battles against sleep, the doubts and fears and weird certainties and proofs that would convince no one else but convince and nourish her -- I'm sitting here being all Bill Murray in Groundhog Day, nodding and saying, "Me... me... me... It's eerie!"
Plus, I've been thinking about Puddleglum in The Silver Chair ever since Jen posted her question the other day.
Things I've accomplished today:
- Dishes
*More dishes
*Taking out the recycling
*Taking Emmett's temperature approximately fifty times
*Sweeping the kitchen and hallway floors
*Degreasing the truly ghastly food-crusted stove
*Mending a vintage dress
*Fixing a hat
*Getting started on making another hat
In a bit I'll call my friend to check in with her, because I keep thinking about her rattling around her now half-empty home on a rainy Saturday alone with her thoughts, and it makes me fretful for her. I am also contemplating taking a shower at some point, but it's already past 2:30. And later there is Duck Soup to look forward to, which is not only one of the funniest things in all of human history but (to bring it back around to something vaguely resembling the eschatology/where does it all end?/what is it all for? discussion) was the thing that jolted Woody Allen's character out of his existential-crisis tailspin in Hannah And Her Sisters.
Lastly, vw so rocks with the paper-writing.