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.
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'
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.
Connie Neil - Apr 12, 2005 7:27:33 am PDT #2824 of 10001
brillig
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!
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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.
Nora Deirdre - Apr 12, 2005 7:50:42 am PDT #2832 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
I am eating chicken and lentil soup. Yum!
Frankenbuddha - Apr 12, 2005 7:51:26 am PDT #2833 of 10001
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"
I'll be getting out of work at about five, and would totally be up for a drink.
Excellent. My profile e-mail is good - I usually hit 3 Dollar Dewey's when I get the chance, but if you got another suggestion, I'm open to any ideas. I probably won't be able to get up there much before 6, though, now that I think about it (and I'll still have to arrange to duck out of work early - usually not an issue if I arrange in advance).
The big thing - I need a way to let you know if for some reason my plans get bollocksed up on Friday again. I don't forsee it this time, and even if the weather is less than stellar, I need to get up to Maine in a big way, at least to claim some furniture.