no longer the nicest.
Did you send me three bags of tamarind balls?
Lorne: Once the word spreads you beat up an innocent old man, well, the truly terrible will think twice before going toe-to-toe with our Avenging Angel. Spike: Yes. The geriatric community will be soiling their nappies when they hear you're on the case. Bravo.
'The Cautionary Tale of Numero Cinco'
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.
Lee - Jun 29, 2005 5:45:35 pm PDT #5756 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Jesse - Jun 29, 2005 5:46:23 pm PDT #5757 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
I am still resentful that there are dishes to be done EVERY SINGLE GODDAMNED DAY. Sheesh.
Also, when I was going to order pizza with a friend who has a live-in lovah, and she wanted me to call because she "always has to call at her house"? Dude. I ALWAYS have to call at my house.
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-t - Jun 29, 2005 5:48:33 pm PDT #5758 of 10001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
Paper plates, Jesse. Paper plates and takeout.
Kat - Jun 29, 2005 5:51:03 pm PDT #5759 of 10001
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
I make people call because I'm phone phobic. But it's a thing.
I did not, obviously, Perkins. But shouldn't the nicest NOT have favorites?
brenda m - Jun 29, 2005 5:51:04 pm PDT #5760 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
I think the cats lure him under there with promises of steak and then laugh at him when he can't get out.
My friends had a scottie puppy whose legs were too short to manage going down the staircase. The cats would lure him upstairs at the slightest opportunity then head back down a few steps and preen on the stairs while he went crazy up at the top.
sarameg - Jun 29, 2005 5:53:01 pm PDT #5761 of 10001
I don't mind dishes. Doing dishes is relaxing.
I hate calling too. I need to get over it.
Cats=evil. I like 'em that way.
Jesse - Jun 29, 2005 5:54:09 pm PDT #5762 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Paper plates, Jesse. Paper plates and takeout.
Too spendy. Anyway, I actually like eating and drinking off real stuff.
sarameg - Jun 29, 2005 5:54:59 pm PDT #5763 of 10001
So basically, you need to pay me a millionjillion dollars to do your dishes, kay?
Jesse - Jun 29, 2005 5:55:58 pm PDT #5764 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Perfect!!
Who wants to give me a millionjillion dollars??
Lee - Jun 29, 2005 5:57:27 pm PDT #5765 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I did not, obviously, Perkins. But shouldn't the nicest NOT have favorites?
Hmm.
No, I think they should.