There's a fun bit? Awesome. It's coming any minute, I'm sure of it.
Dawn: I think a date should be in a real fancy restaurant, then champagne at a night club with a floor show, then ballroom dancing. Joyce: Unfortunately, we're not dating in a movie from the thirties.
'Get It Done'
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.
Deena - Mar 17, 2005 1:30:58 pm PST #7341 of 10001
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara
Topic!Cindy - Mar 17, 2005 1:34:32 pm PST #7342 of 10001
What is even happening?
Am so mad at Christopher right now. Am very very mad. Am typing, rather than screaming, because am very very mad. Am going upstairs to get away from children.
Deena - Mar 17, 2005 1:35:07 pm PST #7343 of 10001
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara
Oh, see? Cindy's already gotten there!
DavidS - Mar 17, 2005 1:35:51 pm PST #7344 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Am so mad at Christopher right now. Am very very mad. Am typing, rather than screaming, because am very very mad. Am going upstairs to get away from children.
Oh no. He's too smart. He's already figured out the important buttons to push.
Aims - Mar 17, 2005 1:37:50 pm PST #7345 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Groceries ordered. Delivery for tomorrow.
Typo Boy - Mar 17, 2005 1:44:39 pm PST #7346 of 10001
Calli: My people have a saying. A man who trusts can never be betrayed, only mistaken.Avon: Life expectancy among your people must be extremely short.
A ssnarky gif proposing a "compromise" on the evolution/ID controversy. Worth a "heh", possibly two.
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Topic!Cindy - Mar 17, 2005 2:06:18 pm PST #7347 of 10001
What is even happening?
Oh, see? Cindy's already gotten there!
I have seen the mountain top!
Oh no. He's too smart. He's already figured out the important buttons to push.
Not so much with the button pushing. He likes everything happy. It was a weird, where-do-I-get-mad, why-am-I-so-mad situation. Chris knocked over one of the living room lamps, and bent it all to hell. I saw the lamp going down, and saw Ben leaving the room. The light went out (we have no overhead lights in the living room). Julia started yelling, "I know what happened. I saw the whole thing. I can tell you exactly what happened."
Meanwhile, I'm trying not to run through Carlin's seven words. I put the other lamp on, and saw that the fallen lamp was all bent. Ben still hadn't come back in the room. I thought he'd knocked it over and then fled, which made me angry. Then I was informed it was Chris. Chris cries whenever anything isn't all fluffybunnyhappysunny. Ben's repeating over and over, "It wasn't me," even though I hadn't yet accused him.
I asked Chris what happened, and he went into this long story that started with whatever he was watching on TV. I said, "Never mind," and came in here and typed, so I wouldn't scream. Ben was still proclaiming his innocence for all to hear. Julia was still asserting she had the complete eye witness testimony.
I went upstairs for a moment, came down, and started to take apart the lamp to see if I could unbend it. It was mostly (but not exclusively) the brackety thing that loops over the now-dead-lightbulb that was bent. The post was also sort of bent too though, and another part I don't even know what to call. I then saw that the end table was gouged, as well.
Julia began her deposition, and it turns out she had a blanket over the lamp. I interrupted her with a "YOu had a blanket over the lamp!??!!!!!" because although we aren't no-kids-in-the-living room people, it's a designated calm area, where you don't play with things that aren't toys.
Chris knocked over the lamp by either tripping over the blanket, or in trying to remove it.
I have a headache, and now Scott's home.
erikaj - Mar 17, 2005 2:15:16 pm PST #7348 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
I learned the phrase "survival skills" in much this way, Cindy. Because Mom would say if I had any, to get out of her face, right now (And there are crowds where I don't say that, because some people hear child abuse in it. Nah...just like Lois on TV. Mom loves Lois.) Hec, you are creepy psychic. Guess who I just got E-mail from... judgy social worker...it's that time again. I know just the thing.
Ginger - Mar 17, 2005 2:20:11 pm PST #7349 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
I interrupted her with a "YOu had a blanket over the lamp!??!!!!!"
Okay, this is the scary part of the story. Blankets + lamps = fire.
It's probably a good thing I didn't have children. I might set them all out the back door and tell them to never come back.
Topic!Cindy - Mar 17, 2005 2:32:47 pm PST #7350 of 10001
What is even happening?
Yes, I have explained the fire hazard issue, which, to be fair, she didn't know, because it's never come up. The lamp is almost three foot tall, and it's on top of an end table. It must have taken some forbidden gymnastics to get it up there, in the first place.
And there are crowds where I don't say that, because some people hear child abuse in it. Nah...just like Lois on TV. Mom loves Lois.)That's not child abuse. That's a kindness. "You need to leave me alone, now." I don't over use it, but I use it when necessary. It's better than screaming at them, especially when my rational self is already telling me, "It's just a *thing* and nobody was hurt. Get over it, Cindy," and it's just that the irrational bits need a breather, first.