I was like, "mmm... shanking and fucking..."
I should COMM this, but that would be mean.
Buffy: He ran away, right? Giles: Sort of, more. turned and swept out majestically, I suppose. Said I didn't concern him. Buffy: So a mythic triumph over a completely indifferent foe? Giles: Well, I'm not dead or unconscious, so I say bravo for me.
'Same Time, Same Place'
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.
bon bon - Jul 12, 2005 2:01:13 pm PDT #9276 of 10001
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.
Jesse - Jul 12, 2005 2:07:56 pm PDT #9277 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Note: I don't actually approve of shanking.
ChiKat - Jul 12, 2005 2:09:18 pm PDT #9278 of 10001
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
There are times I really love my office. A coworker came by to bring me a cupcake and then a group of us ended up talking about cock cozies/cock socks/weiner warmers (whatever you want to call them). I work with a strange bunch of people; no wonder I fit in here.
§ ita § - Jul 12, 2005 2:12:57 pm PDT #9279 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Note: I don't actually approve of shanking.
Implied approval by omission. Deft.
I left my desk to go lie in my dark car, because pre-migraine and piercing phone conversation from the next cube weren't working well. Of course while I was in the structure I noticed a parking spot much closer to the exit, so I moved the car ... right next to a co-worker's car who was leaving. He's just far away enough from me network wise that explaining to him what I was doing in my car would sound like excuse-making. I hate the frailty of the human body, and my compulsion to make excuses for it.
Jesse - Jul 12, 2005 2:14:20 pm PDT #9280 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
I confess that I do indeed approve of fucking.
I hate the frailty of the human body, and my compulsion to make excuses for it.
Bah. Maybe you go into space, turn into a superhero?
Connie Neil - Jul 12, 2005 2:15:05 pm PDT #9281 of 10001
brillig
MIAMI (Reuters) - Mother Nature tidied up a man-made mess off the coast of the Florida Keys when the force of Hurricane Dennis flipped a sunken U.S. Navy ship into the perfect position to help form an artificial reef.
§ ita § - Jul 12, 2005 2:19:37 pm PDT #9282 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Maybe you go into space, turn into a superhero?
But I'll make sure to stay inside the ship but not behind the shielding. Because, ewww.
askye - Jul 12, 2005 2:25:30 pm PDT #9283 of 10001
Thrive to spite them
That's about the only good thing the waves from Dennis have done. A town near here was still partly underwater yesterday. The storm surges were devestating. Most of the oyster houses were washed away, many people lost their boats and their livelihood. Buildings that survived Ivan (and a direct hit from Kate in '85) were washed away.
Jessica - Jul 12, 2005 3:16:48 pm PDT #9284 of 10001
If I want to become a cloud of bats, does each bat need a separate vaccination?
Lee - Jul 12, 2005 3:48:58 pm PDT #9285 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I confess that I do indeed approve of fucking.
Hussy.