I've got that Whattabout song stuck. Just the whattabout part.
I have a nummy smelling soap. I love surprise mail.
Also, am not.
Burrell, want babyboy updates!
Still loving chicken salad.
Sooner or later, you're gonna want it. And the second — the second — that happens, you know I'll be there. I'll slip in, have myself a real good day.
Spike ,'Conversations with Dead People'
Natter 36: But We Digress...
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
sarameg - Jun 27, 2005 1:25:53 pm PDT #4893 of 10001
Lee - Jun 27, 2005 1:27:11 pm PDT #4894 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Good answer, Tep.
That way when you get asked about it and automatically say it has been delivered, it's not sitting three feet away from you.
Jesse - Jun 27, 2005 1:35:25 pm PDT #4895 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
I address my mom's pit bull that way. No, really. He jumps up to have his head scratched, and I ask "What up, dog?"
That's also an approved usage.
Vortex - Jun 27, 2005 1:35:31 pm PDT #4896 of 10001
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
You work in the mailroom. It's your job to deliver mail. Someone hands you something at about 4:30 on Friday afternoon, saying, "I wanted to make sure I didn't miss the last mail pickup of the day; can you make sure it gets delivered?
well, there's a key element -- do you like this person?
Lee - Jun 27, 2005 1:39:22 pm PDT #4897 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I think they do, since they always smile and say hi and chit chat, but since the person was me, I might be delusional.
Aims - Jun 27, 2005 1:39:49 pm PDT #4898 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
eta: So you guys are going to be around, Aimee?
As for now, we should be. No plans otherwise.
Lee - Jun 27, 2005 1:41:28 pm PDT #4899 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
No plans otherwise.
Cool.
Can I nibble baby toes?
Aims - Jun 27, 2005 1:42:21 pm PDT #4900 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
If you don't mind having your hair ripped out by the roots.
(Er, by Em, not me.)
Lee - Jun 27, 2005 1:43:58 pm PDT #4901 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
(Er, by Em, not me.)
Uh huh.
Aims - Jun 27, 2005 1:46:02 pm PDT #4902 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Where my daughter gets her dominatrix tendencies, I have no idea.