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.
Xander: I still don't get why we came here to get info about a killer snot monster. Giles: Because it's a killer snot monster from outer space. I did not say that.
'Never Leave Me'
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.