I know. We could change it to cake.
People like cake, right?
I'm supposed to deliver you to the Master now. There's this whole deal where I get to be immortal. Are you cool with that?
Xander ,'Lessons'
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Lee - Sep 20, 2006 2:39:22 pm PDT #8336 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
ChiKat - Sep 20, 2006 2:42:44 pm PDT #8337 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?
Cake or death?
Lee - Sep 20, 2006 2:43:10 pm PDT #8338 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Exactly!
Aims - Sep 20, 2006 2:49:14 pm PDT #8339 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
thinks
uhhhhh..Cake!
deborah grabien - Sep 20, 2006 3:33:01 pm PDT #8340 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
.....so my choice is, or death...?
Typo Boy - Sep 20, 2006 3:47:46 pm PDT #8341 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.
Cake or death?
That would depend upon whose death? Cause I have a little list...
sarameg - Sep 20, 2006 4:17:27 pm PDT #8342 of 10001
He's a screaming three and a half year old. We dart after him, delighted. Turtles eating strawberries are new discoveries, seen through older new eyes, taking up hours. Simple toys made 60 years before him gain a new gloss. We are attacked with water and actually like it, just revelling in the bubble of uncontrolled laughter and triumph.
It's my birthday, and everyone has forgotten it. And I don't care.
erikaj - Sep 20, 2006 5:08:27 pm PDT #8343 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
I have a thought but it hasn't come to life yet. Erin, insent.
erikaj - Sep 23, 2006 6:22:34 pm PDT #8344 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
for the birthday challenge: My best birthday gift was not the most expensive, or lavish, or even the smutty underwear bought by my first love. In fact the cake was uneven and tilted, though covered with coconut frosting to match its German chocolate heritage. “We made it ourselves,” her daughter said proudly. “The cake, not the gift. Grandma made that.” For once, her words matched her wholesome face and we could all be on a cereal box together, despite not being family at all. The gift, tied with a red ribbon, was an afghan, replacing the one my friend moved to Tucson, a perfect match fot the new colors in my new room. A gift I got because someone listened is the best.
Ailleann - Sep 25, 2006 9:15:49 am PDT #8345 of 10001
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The topic is entertaining, and before we change it I wanted to add something in honor of today's events:
Every baby is born a different way. Sometimes there’s surprise, sometimes there’s worry. There’s always a lot of hard work. It’s stressful, and tiring, and by the end celebrations are quiet, respectful. Praises be for the miracle we have witnessed.
But on this day, we’re doing things our own way. A ripple in the pixels, and suddenly we’re waiting with bated breath. Old friends, new acquaintances, and even some faceless names. We’re taking bets and waiting for spoilers, we’re sending good thoughts and good vibes. The birthday party’s ready to go, now we’re just waiting to see who you’re bringing.