'The Message'
[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.
We're buying the damned entertainment center we can't really afford that puts the components behind glass AND on top of the TV.
I love having electronics up high. Leif will still make makeshift piles of stuff to reach high stuff, but height will slow him down. Lately he has learned to blame things on his sister, but he hasn't learned to pick his moments yet.
I want my ashes to be baked into doggie treats and given to wolves.
OK, that was just the first thing that came to mind. Maybe I'll think of something better.
I have eaten cremated human remains. Part of a funeral rite
I'd want a funeral, but I'm more concerned about making sure the liquor is right than the ceremony.
I want a wake. But no viewing. Party party party. Make a CD of VH-1's top 100 1 hit wonders, play it to death and dance and tell stories. Everyone wear a tiara.
-t is not invited.
Eek. I have a phobia about the Ashes... (Don't ask me why...they don't make sense, right? Phobias?)
Yeah, my mom was the same way. We were under severe threat of hauntage if the idea even came up (dating back to long before it became an issue).
I could care less, as long as no-one puts me in one of those super expensive, crappy looking urns. Get me something from MoMA, or an old metal lunchbox or something.
I want my ashes to be baked into doggie treats and given to wolves.
If I thought it was legal, I'd forgo the ash part and say, "dump me off in a remote area of Yellowstone and don't look back."
no-one puts me in one of those super expensive, crappy looking urns.
Amen.
I want my ashes to be shot into space. Some part of me is getting out of this frelling gravity well, dammit.
(Don't ask me why...they don't make sense, right? Phobias?)
It's okay, erika. I understand. I frequently have to remind people who don't understand my phobias that they're phobias.... they are, by definition, irrational.
Get me something from MoMA, or an old metal lunchbox or something.
Howabout something from Crate & Barrel?
Ikea?
an old metal lunchbox or something
I wonder what happened to my H.R. Pufinstuf lunch box.