My officemate is having an argument with his wife over the phone. Kill me now.
Numfar! Do the dance of joy.
Elder ,'Power Play'
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.
Betsy HP - Apr 20, 2005 9:28:58 am PDT #4633 of 10001
If I only had a brain...
Aims - Apr 20, 2005 9:30:49 am PDT #4634 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Why kill you? They're the ones fighting. Who's wrong from where you're sitting?
Betsy HP - Apr 20, 2005 9:31:30 am PDT #4635 of 10001
If I only had a brain...
Him for talking to her, at length, about why she shouldn't get caught up in a friend's drama six feet away.
"Are you not acknowledging my point at ALL?"
Calli - Apr 20, 2005 9:31:48 am PDT #4636 of 10001
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
Can't really see it unless I open my mouth really wide.
I remember watching some tv movie about Henry VIII and Anne Boylen. Her alleged lover was being tortured, and as he screamed the camera went in for a close shot on his open mouth. Which was full of very 20th century silver dental work. It took me out of the moment as much as a digital watch on his wrist would have.
Details folks. It's all in the details.
Nora Deirdre - Apr 20, 2005 9:32:08 am PDT #4637 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
silly BHP-office mate, this is what cell phones are for.
Yay to the discomfort, though, Betsy. No, I mean, boo. Boo to the discomfort.
Aims - Apr 20, 2005 9:33:16 am PDT #4638 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
t send MoKTSP to Betsy's work with a cross bow
Atropa - Apr 20, 2005 9:34:06 am PDT #4639 of 10001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
My officemate is having an argument with his wife over the phone. Kill me now.
Start offering advice. While smiling brightly. That usually gets the point across.
beekaytee - Apr 20, 2005 9:54:50 am PDT #4640 of 10001
Compassionately intolerant
Thank god for gold crowns!
I broke a back molar (on quinoa salad...be afraid, be very afraid) but not so you could see it on an xray. For *8* years, I struggled with stupid dentists saying,"No, we just need to replace the filling."
Could not chew on the left side of my mouth without getting a shooting pain.
Finally, Dr. Bleecher, (a cosmetic dentist, no less) listened to my woe and gave me a gold crown. Ah. Bliss.
sumi - Apr 20, 2005 10:05:54 am PDT #4641 of 10001
Art Crawl!!!
I'm ignoring all the dentist talk while I munch caramel corn. . .
{{{Heather and Mr. H}}}}
Susan W. - Apr 20, 2005 10:05:56 am PDT #4642 of 10001
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights
Someone remind me I'll be happier if I do some work today instead of just obsessively checking my gmail and staring at my phone willing it to ring already.
(I'm entered in a writing contest where "finalists will be notified by phone or email on our about April 20." If I final in the Georgian/Regency/Victorian category, I get read by an editor at NAL/Signet. If I final in the special Legend category for the best hero, I get read by someone at St. Martin's.)