Happy Birthday Hec!!
There should be some exotic, fruity drink that comes with a finger monkey clinging to the straw. Because then you'd be obligated to drink it quickly, lest the finger monkey sucumb to alcoholic poisoning.
Jayne (Husband): Oh, I think you might wanna reconsider that last part. See, I married me a powerful ugly creature. Mal (Wife): How can you say that? How can you shame me in front of new people? Jayne (Husband): If I could make you purtier, I would. Mal (Wife): You are not the man I met a year ago.
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
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.
tommyrot - Jun 28, 2005 5:04:48 am PDT #5012 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
Sophia Brooks - Jun 28, 2005 5:14:11 am PDT #5013 of 10001
Cats to become a rabbit should gather immediately now here
Happy birthdays!
I am still not on-line at my new apartment. I may stay that way until I am unpacked, because I am getting so much done.
in other news, I have a job interview today, here at the uni, and I forgot my shoes! I am not sure what to do. I am wearing a black skirt and a pink jacket, with pink sneakers! Or I could wear brown dress sheos which I have here.
I do have a brown shawl, so I could ditch the jacket and wear black with brown shoes and a brown shawl, wear the pink jacket with the pink sneakers and just say "fuck it" or wear the (dark brown shoes and hope she doesn't notice that they are not black.
§ ita § - Jun 28, 2005 5:14:21 am PDT #5014 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Strix - Jun 28, 2005 5:15:18 am PDT #5015 of 10001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
I have to clean my house tonight. It's not dirty-dirty, but it's definitely cluttered.
My boytoy called 4 times after 1 a.m. last night. D'you think he wanted sex? And hello, if I didn't call you back after the first two times, d'you think maybe I was SLEEPING?
Stopped raining here, but the Orb is still gone. I hope it stays cloudy for the rest of the day. Of course, that makes me want to curl up and sleep but oh, well.
Kat - Jun 28, 2005 5:33:29 am PDT #5016 of 10001
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
wait. how do the diamonds change color?
The one ad is pretty interesting because you see how weird some people really look. Kate Hudson = beautiful but what's up with her eyes?
Tom Scola - Jun 28, 2005 5:37:32 am PDT #5017 of 10001
Remember that the frontier of the Rebellion is everywhere. And even the smallest act of insurrection pushes our lines forward.
There are red LEDs behind the diamonds.
tommyrot - Jun 28, 2005 5:38:24 am PDT #5018 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
I've got red LEDs on the soles of my shoes.
Vortex - Jun 28, 2005 5:42:51 am PDT #5019 of 10001
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
I'm watching The Closer, and I'm enjoying it way too much when Kyra's character gets slapped down.
It is kinda fun, isn’t it. And Jon Tenney is still hot.
My boytoy called 4 times after 1 a.m. last night. D'you think he wanted sex? And hello, if I didn't call you back after the first two times, d'you think maybe I was SLEEPING?
Har. I don’t know why you think that matters.
Kat - Jun 28, 2005 5:42:57 am PDT #5020 of 10001
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
I've got red LEDs on the soles of my shoes.
you and millions of little kids in the US.
juliana - Jun 28, 2005 5:45:04 am PDT #5021 of 10001
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
I've got red LEDs on the soles of my shoes.
And I could say Oo oo oo
As if everybody knows
What I’m talking about
As if everybody here would know
Exactly what I was talking about
Talking about red LEDs on the soles of his shoes