But I can do this. Really. She's a good and determined (necessary with me) friend.
Are you going to need a wakeup call? I have free weekends.
Death is your art. You make it with your hands day after day. That final gasp, that look of peace. And part of you is desperate to know: What's it like? Where does it lead you? And now you see, that's the secret. Not the punch you didn't throw or the kicks you didn't land. She really wanted it. Every Slayer has a death wish. Even you.
Spike ,'Conversations with Dead People'
Natter 33 1/3
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Jesse - Feb 24, 2005 5:11:15 pm PST #1061 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
sarameg - Feb 24, 2005 5:16:13 pm PST #1062 of 10002
Hehe. If I can go back to sleep with my cats and alarm blaring, no wakeup call will help. But thank you!
I figure guilt will get me. And then I'll get used to the trip so I can see her new house.
edit: I get up every morning at 7 to shoot the cat. It's the going back to bed that nails me.
§ ita § - Feb 24, 2005 5:17:32 pm PST #1063 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I have a bunch of boxes at work, I'll grab them on Friday if you need them.
Oh, that'd be excellent.
We still need to tour facilities, don't we? I'm sorry I flaked last weekend.
I am totally willing to tell you where to put things
I'm of a mind to show people the new apartment and the old apartment, and poll for organisation ideas.
The new person on ER, maybe, Rosalez?
Is he the one macking on Abby? I like him.
Jesse - Feb 24, 2005 5:18:05 pm PST #1064 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Hey, I've gotten people up over the phone before. "ARE YOU UP? ARE YOU STANDING UP? ARE YOU OUT OF BED? STAND UP NOW. GO INTO THE OTHER ROOM. ARE YOU UP YET??"
sarameg - Feb 24, 2005 5:20:26 pm PST #1065 of 10002
Nope. Totally new guy, I think, ita. He's even short like my friend was. I still think of him as a good few inches shorter than me, though he has a couple on me now.
So, I watched Frontline's Company of Soldiers the other night. At this ER is an interesting comparison. Fiction vs reality.
sarameg - Feb 24, 2005 5:22:30 pm PST #1066 of 10002
. "ARE YOU UP? ARE YOU STANDING UP? ARE YOU OUT OF BED? STAND UP NOW. GO INTO THE OTHER ROOM. ARE YOU UP YET??"
I slept through banging pots and room invasion and screaming in college. Sure, I dreamed I was under attack and was terrified, but I slept through it.
Scared the shit out of my suitemates. At one point, they checked for a pulse. I don't recall that point.
§ ita § - Feb 24, 2005 5:22:34 pm PST #1067 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
He's even short like my friend was.
They're all short! Teeny tiny pocket people! Tiny!
Also GET OUT OF BED!!!!
sarameg - Feb 24, 2005 5:24:20 pm PST #1068 of 10002
They're all short! Teeny tiny pocket people! Tiny!
K is 5'8". Not tall, but slight. Or he was. But in school together, he was barely 5'2" for so long I got used to that.
sarameg - Feb 24, 2005 5:29:18 pm PST #1069 of 10002
Also? Still fucking snowing. And the plow just went by. Which means shovelling tomorrow.
Allyson - Feb 24, 2005 5:31:01 pm PST #1070 of 10002
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica
No problem on the flaking, ita. I got lots o' writing done.
My favorite bra's underwire snapped today, leaving me stabbed in the ribcage for my last two hours. I feel betrayed.