My elevator surprised me by telling me
David's talking elevator scares me.
Girl's been whacked over the head with a nail-studded clue-by-four, and she STILL doesn't get it?
I think our friend Krystal was raised with the notion that "everyone gets a trophy" even if they suck.
I am endlessly amused by people who are SURE that The Rules (not the regressive dating book; just, you know, Life's Rules) don't apply to them. That they are SO special, and such a shining star in the firmament that they don't NEED to have a professional-looking resume, and OF COURSE the Intern Coordinator should drop everything to get back to her immediately and soothe her delicate baby feelings.
When I buy people jewelry from uncommongoods, I keep the velvet baggie.
Oh, HELL yeah. Me too.
No, you do not get to ask why I know this.
I would have been more curious if you had mentioned another kind of body hair....
Like the chain mail donned by medieval knights, this beautiful fluid bracelet from LeeAnn Herreid is both functional and majestic.
How is it "functional"?
I suppose it'd be impossible for anyone to cut your wrist with a knife....
The fourth thing is to get over herself.
Nah, she'll just get married next. There's a gazillion-dollar industry out there that exists to serve people who think and write exactly like this.
One of my favorite Cerberus gags was when Red Sophia whipped off her brass bra and said to Cerebus, "What do you think of .... THESE?"
He replied: "I think they'd probably heal if you stopped wearing chainmail."
Look at all the wonderful people, doing such a great job at feeding the denial I need to maintain, to keep my sanity discerning the truth in a situation, with just a few words.
Oh, and Narrator's here, too.
Dammit, Betsy, I was just coming to tell her that those weren't kids, they were droids.
If only, ita. If only.
If wishes were horses
And children were droids
Pains in the ass
Would be limited to roids.
Chris broke out again?
Heh. Nope. Kicked out. They've all been banished outside, so that my walls will still be standing at the end of the day. Narrator, he's going to turn 5 on Sunday. He's going to Kindergarten in September.
Where the frilly heck have you been, anyhow? I want you to get a different job, one with less actual work.
I would have been more curious if you had mentioned another kind of body hair...
::abandons plans for chain mail underwear::
The fourth thing is to get over herself.
I think this needs to be moved to number one.
she'll just get married next.
And probably be the cause of one of those 5,000-word posts on EtiquetteHell.com? No doubt.
I would kind of like to have that much hubris for a day, though. Just to see what it felt like to believe that if I wanted something, I would get it.
