I'll be getting out of work at about five, and would totally be up for a drink.
Easy Bake. Flop-a-palooza. Woosh. Pop. I don't skulk.
Angel ,'Shells'
Spike's Bitches 23: We've mastered the power of positive giving up.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Lilty Cash - Apr 12, 2005 7:17:34 am PDT #2822 of 10001
"You see? THAT's what they want. Love, and a bit with a dog."
Betsy HP - Apr 12, 2005 7:18:25 am PDT #2823 of 10001
If I only had a brain...
Oi.
Who knew so many Buffistas were closet Soccer hooligans?
Not me. I'm doin' the Lambeth walk.
Connie Neil - Apr 12, 2005 7:27:33 am PDT #2824 of 10001
brillig
Someone remind me that paying the bills is pretty much the reason I come to work. I've got my checkbook out, and it actually hurts to write these things out.
JohnSweden - Apr 12, 2005 7:34:52 am PDT #2825 of 10001
I can't even.
Who knew so many Buffistas were closet Soccer hooligans?
Some of them might be secret Aussie sympathizers.
Aussie Aussie Aussie! Oi oi oi!
!
Lilty Cash - Apr 12, 2005 7:38:22 am PDT #2826 of 10001
"You see? THAT's what they want. Love, and a bit with a dog."
Ugh. I need to get off the sick couch and go get some groceries. The only loaf of bread I have could possibly be ready to get up and walk itself out to the trash on its own.
I should have stayed home yesterday and drank lots of fluids and all, but my friend called me with a half hour notice to go to Fenway for Opening Day, and some things you just make yourself better for. If I feel even more like death for it, so be it.
brenda m - Apr 12, 2005 7:41:41 am PDT #2827 of 10001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
The only loaf of bread I have could possibly be ready to get up and walk itself out to the trash on its own.
In that case, send it out for groceries! Problem solved.
Nora Deirdre - Apr 12, 2005 7:43:51 am PDT #2828 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
I should have stayed home yesterday and drank lots of fluids and all, but my friend called me with a half hour notice to go to Fenway for Opening Day, and some things you just make yourself better for. If I feel even more like death for it, so be it.
Dude! Damn straight. Whoo!
Aims - Apr 12, 2005 7:46:14 am PDT #2829 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
I want a hotdog.
Lilty Cash - Apr 12, 2005 7:48:39 am PDT #2830 of 10001
"You see? THAT's what they want. Love, and a bit with a dog."
It could be like my carrier pigeon, only, you know, bread. I wonder if it could go to work for me, too? I'll send it with a note.
Dear Place of Employment,
I am sending this moldy loaf of bread to serve in my place. I believe you will find it as, if not more, productive, useful, and charasmatic as myself. As you see, it also possesses abundant growth potential.
Sincerely, Lilty.
Lee - Apr 12, 2005 7:48:41 am PDT #2831 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I want to stay curled up in my psuedo-bed all day.