Not need bookshelves?
I could understand not have room for more...
I don't...is that real English?
Mal: How come you didn't turn on me, Jayne? Jayne: Money wasn't good enough. Mal: What happens when it is? Jayne: Well... that'll be an interesting day.
'Serenity'
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 19, 2005 3:43:29 am PST #7904 of 10001
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara
vw bug - Mar 19, 2005 4:07:45 am PST #7905 of 10001
Mostly lurking...
Ok...it probably is more that we don't have room for anymore. But, we have pretty well made due with what we do have.
Ginger - Mar 19, 2005 4:15:42 am PST #7906 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
I have no more walls for bookshelves. This does not keep me from buying books.
vw bug - Mar 19, 2005 4:37:20 am PST #7907 of 10001
Mostly lurking...
And we're off...
Have a good weekend, everyone!
Nora Deirdre - Mar 19, 2005 4:56:40 am PST #7908 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
Ah, Saturday morning. How I have missed you. Why can't every morning be a Saturday morning? My one day off this week. My precious!
Living wills and last wishes, eeeee... I guess we should get on that.
Job anxiety and other anxiety in general has led Tom to suggest that perhaps I should get back into therapy, due to high stress and drifting toward depression. Blah. I so do not want to deal.
I had other stuff to comment on, but now I can't remember.
I get to go to Lush today! YAY!
Pix - Mar 19, 2005 4:59:12 am PST #7909 of 10001
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
Morning, Nora!
Job anxiety and other anxiety in general has led Tom to suggest that perhaps I should get back into therapy, due to high stress and drifting toward depression. Blah. I so do not want to deal.
FWIW, I so hear you. Therapy hurts. I know, I know, it ultimately helps, too...but it is so damn hard and forces you to confront things that you don't really want to confront. ("Can't I just keep hitting snooze? I'm not ready to get up yet.")
Anyway. You're right; at least it is Saturday morning! Ah, glorious Saturday...
Steph L. - Mar 19, 2005 5:26:04 am PST #7910 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
Job anxiety and other anxiety in general has led Tom to suggest that perhaps I should get back into therapy, due to high stress and drifting toward depression. Blah. I so do not want to deal.
I know that feeling. I know it all too well. But! The thing about therapy (which I know you know) is that it ultimately helps you deal better, without needing therapy or crashing into depression. At least, that's been my experience.
It's not so much teaching you new coping skills as helping you reset your patterns of how you react in given situations, so that those situations don't put the whammy on you.
You have no idea how fucking amazing it was the first time I was able to just walk away from my mom when she was being manipulative and judge-y, and just shake my head and think "She needs to deal with *her* issues." I had NEVER done that before.
ION, it's raining, and I'm resenting the rain itself, because I wanted to take a walk. Instead I'm drinking coffee and listening to Digable Planets, which isn't a bad tradeoff.
Pix - Mar 19, 2005 6:02:03 am PST #7911 of 10001
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
t runs wildly naked through thread screaming "Whoop! Whoop! Whoop!"
ETA: Now that I've gotten that out of my system, I think I'm ready to start my day. Later, Bitches...
DavidS - Mar 19, 2005 6:07:21 am PST #7912 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
runs wildly naked through thread screaming "Whoop! Whoop! Whoop!"
::NakedKristinCam automatically goes off. Pictures scheduled to upload in t-minus 5 minutes...:
Lee - Mar 19, 2005 6:11:01 am PST #7913 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I woke up about an hour and a half ago, and have been lying in Nicole's comfy guest futon, using someone's wireless connection, listening to my itunes, chatting on AIM and catching up here. Nicole's up now, there was nekkid Kristin and soon there will be coffee.
I could get used to this unemployment thing.