Yup. Still don't have my itinerary, though. Or, for that matter, any plans for why I'm there.
Gunn: The final score can't be rigged. I don't care how many players you grease, that last shot always comes up a question mark. But here's the thing. You never know when you're taking it. It could be when you're duking it out with the Legion of Doom, or just crossing the street deciding where to have brunch. So you just treat it like it was up to you—the world in balance—'cause you never know when it is.
'Underneath'
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DebetEsse - Mar 06, 2005 9:53:52 pm PST #4680 of 10002
Woe to the fucking wicked.
Lee - Mar 06, 2005 9:55:33 pm PST #4681 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Are you going to visit people? I remember something about your sister being there, or something.
DebetEsse - Mar 06, 2005 9:59:10 pm PST #4682 of 10002
Woe to the fucking wicked.
Cousin. I'm watching her kid, so her company is paying for it. Manchester, so not super big-tourist-site heavy, and 2-years old who doesn't like her stoller in tow, but still, England!
Lee - Mar 06, 2005 10:00:03 pm PST #4683 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
That's really cool!
DebetEsse - Mar 06, 2005 10:10:31 pm PST #4684 of 10002
Woe to the fucking wicked.
It is. She wants me to bring food. Specifically Mexican. I'm trying to see if I can figure out if getting salsa through customs will be possible.
Lee - Mar 06, 2005 10:12:30 pm PST #4685 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I think it should be, as long as it's sealed. Maybe some spices as well?
DebetEsse - Mar 06, 2005 10:16:06 pm PST #4686 of 10002
Woe to the fucking wicked.
Yeah. I'm wicked excited. I need to plan.
I'm hoping Mom got more detail on food requests.
Lee - Mar 06, 2005 10:19:58 pm PST #4687 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
When are you leaving?
DebetEsse - Mar 06, 2005 10:21:23 pm PST #4688 of 10002
Woe to the fucking wicked.
Sunday Afternoon. I think. I don't have my itinerary yet.
Lee - Mar 06, 2005 10:28:22 pm PST #4689 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
That's cool. I hope you get to do some sightseeing while you are there, even with the baby caring for.
I believe I need to go to bed now. Tomorrow is going to be a long day, I think.