Yay for happy ita.
ita has some tamarind balls waiting for her, but they got very smooshed.
Illyria: We cling to what is gone. Is there anything in this life but grief? Wesley: There's love. There's hope...for some. There's hope that you'll find something worthy...that your life will lead you to some joy...that after everything...you can still be surprised. Illyria: Is that enough? Is that enough to live on?
'Shells'
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 - Mar 27, 2005 8:28:53 pm PST #785 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
§ ita § - Mar 27, 2005 8:29:34 pm PST #786 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
(ita doesn't mind, at ALL)
Lee - Mar 27, 2005 8:31:14 pm PST #787 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
(cool.)
(Lee will add them to the powdered sugar and stuff ita is coming to get from her.)
beth b - Mar 27, 2005 8:39:41 pm PST #788 of 10001
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
conversation ended. no big crime. bed time.
P.M. Marc - Mar 27, 2005 8:58:07 pm PST #789 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
I no longer need to covet Allyson's wonderful loveseat.
Today, on Craig's List, I found a nice wine leather loveseat, overstuffed and curvy, for $100. The old loveseat is now gone, and I've just finished putting leather conditioner on the new one.
Lee - Mar 27, 2005 9:01:13 pm PST #790 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Yay Plei!
P.M. Marc - Mar 27, 2005 9:10:45 pm PST #791 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
I think I am Craig's List's bitch, I really do.
Lee - Mar 27, 2005 9:12:04 pm PST #792 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
You and me both, Plei.
Consuela - Mar 27, 2005 9:13:29 pm PST #793 of 10001
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix
yay for new furniture!
Okay, I'm off to bed. Damned Sunday nights. sigh.
Lee - Mar 27, 2005 9:14:32 pm PST #794 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I'm still unemployed! I can stay up as late as I want.