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??"
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'
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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 5:18:05 pm PST #1064 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
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.
§ ita § - Feb 24, 2005 5:35:36 pm PST #1071 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Right. I need to buy more new bras too. So much to do. Weekend of the 5th? I'm thinking this weekend is no time to be in the area.
Do people own these? And hang them in their homes where they can peer down on them in the dark?
Steph L. - Feb 24, 2005 5:39:43 pm PST #1072 of 10002
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe
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??"
Ah, you and Hec share that technique. And, having been rousted from bed via friendly-yet-persistent harangue, I can attest that it works, over the phone and everything.
Jesse - Feb 24, 2005 5:41:27 pm PST #1073 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
It's the only way to be sure. It's easy to talk on the phone for a second and still be asleep. "ARE YOUR FEET ON THE FLOOR? PUT YOUR FEET ON THE FLOOR!!!"