Baba Watahs before Rachel B.
Sure, let's talk about that Blonde Jailbird, while missing the "You are making me cry" cues.
Baba Watahs before Rachel B. The boy is on the bad crack.
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.
Baba Watahs before Rachel B.
Sure, let's talk about that Blonde Jailbird, while missing the "You are making me cry" cues.
Baba Watahs before Rachel B. The boy is on the bad crack.
Kat! I just saw that, and clapped (prettily, naturally).
I am sad -- for me, saying "I hate VM, she's just not for me" hasn't turned out like I wanted. But somehow downloading it and squinting my eyes so I can get glimpses of Logan (and prep for AH) without spraining my eyes rolling them at VM is now the process.
Ah, well. I'm waiting for a chance at Kat's Logan. Because he's not a wet blankety loser type. Rory can have who she wants. I don't like her. I'm only trying to gank Kat.
Because he's not a wet blankety loser type. Rory can have who she wants. I don't like her. I'm only trying to gank Kat.
No ganking! Though you've just made me laugh out loud cause I'm so in agreement on passive, bland, boring Marty.
Martys of the World Unite!
ita can dislike Rory all she wants, 'cuz that leaves more Rory for us Martys!
So, I went to dance class, hoping to turn a semi-crappy day around, and dance class was kind of crap too. I feel a desperate need to scrub out my lungs, since I ended up with a partner who was nice enough, but who STUNK SO BAD. Ohmygod. WHY don't people use deodorant and breath mints? WHY?
I feel like crying.
I'm so sorry, Ali. My krav partner spat in my face (emphasis, don't you know?), and I thought that was sucky. You totally win in the losing thing.
Shower with the nice-smelling stuff.
Ali, this wasn't the mean one who pushed you, is it?
OK. Here is my plan. We get together and rent David Letterman a clue.
Jesse and Kat are cracking me up tonight with that Keeper thing.
Aw! I used to have a Lamby, too. Most of my toys had names like that, except my doll, Chocolate Milk.
Well, in the interests of full disclosure, I should admit that it is I, not Franny, who has named Lamby. She's kind of like Knuffle Bunny that way.
Alibelle, I totally know your pain. My friend talked me into taking a ballroom dance lesson, and the teacher was DRIPPING sweat the whole time. And I had to touch him. It woogied me out completely.