Please do so.
signed,
The nice one
Angel: If I'm not back in a couple of hours— Gunn: You're dead, we're screwed, end of the world.
'Underneath'
Natter 34: Freak With No Name
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.
Lee - Apr 15, 2005 8:56:00 pm PDT #6241 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Consuela - Apr 15, 2005 9:18:05 pm PDT #6242 of 10001
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix
RIO IS THE PRETTIEST BEEP.
Emily - Apr 15, 2005 9:31:50 pm PDT #6243 of 10001
"In the equation E = mc⬧, c⬧ is a pretty big honking number." - Scola
Huh. Been Buff-diving. Wonder what exactly drove me to this:
AAAARRRRRGH. Fuck fuck fuck how fucking hard is this, you motherfucking pieces of goddamn shit-eating monkey-brain-pan-fucking goat-turd-eaters? Your ancestors stole pap from baby's mouths to line their dens and your graves will sprout foul-smelling fungus!
Allyson - Apr 15, 2005 9:43:13 pm PDT #6244 of 10001
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
sleepy gurl. go sleep now
aurelia - Apr 15, 2005 9:52:09 pm PDT #6245 of 10001
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.
Yummy: DQ Heath Blizzard
I read this as Death Blizzard and thought DQ was making some changes to it's image.
I just hope I meet the asshole who wrote it by accident in a bar or something sometime.
Or maybe you'll get to observe the asshole meeting some instant karma.
Speaking of 80's hair... [link]
JZ - Apr 15, 2005 9:52:30 pm PDT #6246 of 10001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
Oh, Rio, what a cockbite fuckwad. You are SO NOT DESERVING of being slagged. Not that I'm basing my fierce loyalty to you on any rational basis such as having met you three-dimensionally, but Hec has, and he gave me a very thorough and warm and loving report, and I thoroughly trust his judgment.
So, to sum up, Rio-slagger=COCKBITE.
I just hope I meet the asshole who wrote it by accident in a bar or something sometime.
So do I. And then I hope you raise your be-blinged left hand and carve the asshole's face to ribbons with the Saget Rock of Love.
Also, the Zmayhem taxes are filed. TurboTax was not fussed at all about CA deadlines or anything, just placidly took all my info and told me what extra forms we'd need to print and mail in after the fact just to cover our asses. So, more or less finished, if you ignore the dangling threads and blank spots and... oh, hell. I'm guessing about a week, maybe two, before the audit hits.
Strix - Apr 15, 2005 10:07:22 pm PDT #6247 of 10001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
So, to sum up, Rio-slagger=COCKBITE.
I love JZ. She's so warm and sweet and pretty, and has this wonderful deep streak of barely hidden vitriol and spite.
I love that in a gal!
JZ - Apr 15, 2005 10:11:48 pm PDT #6248 of 10001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
Oh, what the hell.
makes out with Erin
Strix - Apr 15, 2005 10:12:28 pm PDT #6249 of 10001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
Now that's the spite I'm talking about!
(My Couch of Sin Strikes Again!)
Liese S. - Apr 16, 2005 12:53:42 am PDT #6250 of 10001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Lalalalala, awake.
First, I do not understand dirty wash jeans, unless, is there environmental gains to not bleaching the thread first? But then, why not just not dye it blue, and wear hemp-colored jeans? I would wear hemp-colored jeans. If they were black.
And also, if I'm going to wear jeans that look unwashed, the odds are that I'm going to just skip straight over the "look" bit and not wash them. Because that seems easier.
Second, in the seventies I wore corduroys. I also carried a bear named Corduroy. We both had pockets. I also apparently wore a pair of wide red pants with a matching red vest which I thought quite smashing, based on the smirking, hand-in-pocket, oh-so-cool five-year-old photo.
In the eighties I wore colors. All three of them. Sometimes, together. And I did the spiral perm thing in seventh grade when I was undergoing my great Image Remaking. I was glamorous and wore purple eyeshadow, and totally got over it in a year. Then I discovered death metal.
Henceforth, and therefore through half the eighties and all of the nineties, I wore black. I apologize, northwest pacificistas, but I lurved grunge. I am anxiously awaiting the first wave of grunge nostalgia so I can get out my ridiculously practical grunge clothes.