You are all imaginary. I said so earlier.
Alternatively, you can be invisible, should imaginary not suit your needs.
I'm very sorry if she tipped off anyone about your cunningly concealed herd of cows.
Simon ,'Safe'
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 30, 2005 11:41:06 am PDT #6046 of 10001
§ ita § - Jun 30, 2005 11:41:46 am PDT #6047 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
msbelle says she's not a voice in my head (with net access), but voices can be tricksy, especially mine.
Bearing in mind that Paris Hilton has large paws, this is the hugest ring known to man. Has to be.
msbelle - Jun 30, 2005 11:41:52 am PDT #6048 of 10001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
sara, you saying doesn't make it real, sorry.
tommyrot - Jun 30, 2005 11:42:39 am PDT #6049 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.
You are all imaginary. I said so earlier.
We exist in an alternate universe, where everyone has goatees.
§ ita § - Jun 30, 2005 11:43:27 am PDT #6050 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
We exist in an alternate universe, where everyone has goatees.
::buys trimmer::
sarameg - Jun 30, 2005 11:43:56 am PDT #6051 of 10001
sara, you saying doesn't make it real, sorry.
Yuh-huh!
-t - Jun 30, 2005 11:45:00 am PDT #6052 of 10001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
It's, like, twenty-something carats. Humongous.
brenda m - Jun 30, 2005 11:46:55 am PDT #6053 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
Bearing in mind that Paris Hilton has large paws, this is the hugest ring known to man. Has to be.
I saw a ring not unlike that the other night at the ball game. Some player's wife.
Scrappy - Jun 30, 2005 11:47:22 am PDT #6054 of 10001
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
Tacky, tacky, tacky.
JZ - Jun 30, 2005 11:49:11 am PDT #6055 of 10001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
Random report from The Land Of Secret Twelve-Year-Olds:
At lunch a few minutes ago I was standing in line at the cafeteria grill behind a nursing coordinator whom I've seen for ages and always admired but never spoken to: spiky hair, big lush body covered in goth-lite wear or eccentric prints in deeply saturated hues, extremely cool blood-red cat-eye glasses, a snarkful face, and a big laugh.
Today the grill line wasn't moving, wasn't moving, and wasn't moving. She turned to me, rolled her eyes forever, and said, "Painfully slow today."
"I'm sorry," I said. "I can't think right now because I'm too mesmerized by the most Folsom Street glove box I've ever seen," and I pointed to a box of disposable food handler's gloves that featured a picture of a giant begloved hand making a big fierce fist, above copy bragging about its toughness, antimicrobial properties and gauntlet cuff.
She looked, did a beautiful double-take, and totally lost her shit, and we spent the rest of our lunch wait snerking like twelve-year-olds.
And I'm heartbroken that after 15 minutes of Googling, I can't find an image of the box itself; it's such a vast confluence of accidental porniness that I just can't believe it's accidental.