Were you trying to drink from the back of your head again? There is no ingress there, you know.
The words make sense, but the back of my neck is not convinced.
Strong like an Amazon.
Tara ,'Storyteller'
Spike's Bitches 25 to Life
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Nora Deirdre - Jul 19, 2005 10:37:24 am PDT #1606 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
-t - Jul 19, 2005 10:42:37 am PDT #1607 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 you and me against the liquids, Nora.
Damn good thing I'm not at a sewage treatment plant today.
t /bright side
Calli - Jul 19, 2005 10:44:59 am PDT #1608 of 10001
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
The liquids often stalk my outfits, too. Today we had Important Guests at work, so I'm foiling the evil liquids by wearing all black.
P.M. Marc - Jul 19, 2005 10:45:55 am PDT #1609 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
my typing fingrt is trapped in baby myhth. send hrp. toes nt cttinf it.
erikaj - Jul 19, 2005 10:47:35 am PDT #1610 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
wrod. or an abattoir... What? You're surprised now? I'm evil, it's what I do. My mother just expressed a wish to "rip off all this bandaging crap." I...uh, think she's gonna be fine soon. I told her she better not...I'd get ita, if she did.
DavidS - Jul 19, 2005 10:49:39 am PDT #1611 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
The words make sense, but the back of my neck is not convinced.
How did you get coffee down the back of your shirt anyway? I'm imagining some Jacques Tati/Harold Lloyd like slapstick here.
my typing fingrt is trapped in baby myhth. send hrp. toes nt cttinf it.
::alerts rescue team to bring very very tiny prybars::
Nora Deirdre - Jul 19, 2005 10:55:09 am PDT #1612 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
How did you get coffee down the back of your shirt anyway? I'm imagining some Jacques Tati/Harold Lloyd like slapstick here.
It was a backpack mishap. My backpack has little water bottle net holders on the sides? And I had a carry cup of coffee in there, which has a drinkhole that cannot be covered. After working registration yesterday morning, we loaded the cart up with all our crap and tried proceeding to our office. Of course we hit a bump and everything fell off the cart. When I bent over, with my backpack on, the dregs of the coffee spilled on the back of my shirt and my pants. (more than usual, because I didn't feel very well and I left about a quarter of my coffee in the cup)
I usually am very good about emptying the dregs as soon as I can, to prevent this type of mishap, but... registration days are crazy and throw one out of routine.
P.M. Marc - Jul 19, 2005 10:55:24 am PDT #1613 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
I've moved the latop, but still can't get to back space w/o using my feet, and now the cat is blocking my way. I'm sure you are all riveted. WILL she find the right letter? CAN she delete that typo?
Huh. But I can touchpad my way to better spelling! WOOT!
DavidS - Jul 19, 2005 10:56:05 am PDT #1614 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
When I bent over, with my backpack on, the dregs of the coffee spilled on the back of my shirt and my pants.
Heh. That actually is very Tati/Lloyd slapstick.
DavidS - Jul 19, 2005 10:57:34 am PDT #1615 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
and now the cat is blocking my way.
I really do not understand why cat-shoving isn't the answer to this.
Oh, and FWIW Nora I once dumped a milkshake into my own lap because I was holding it in my left hand when somebody asked me for the time.