Hey, preaching to the choir. I thought our Lady of the Perpetual Sea Breeze was the real deal until the Divine Miss J walked right through that door and right into my ass—which is where my heart is…physiologically. I could show you an x-ray.

Lorne ,'Time Bomb'


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Volans - Sep 01, 2005 7:59:57 am PDT #9998 of 10001
move out and draw fire

Work-ennui free verse - the new haiku.

I think I had too much coffee this morning. I have a headache and I feel queasy.

I think you were at work way too early.


Steph L. - Sep 01, 2005 8:00:07 am PDT #9999 of 10001
It's actually been a really hard year, when you stop and do the math. Eliot would cry, too, if it didn't take him seventy minutes of therapy, two cocktails, and a Sondheim medley before he can experience a human emotion through the haze of his PTSD.

Spiders killed the thread.


§ ita § - Sep 01, 2005 8:00:23 am PDT #10000 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

I wish I could share my spider ignoration. There was one that lived in my bathroom and kept ending up on my bathrobe, and I'd shake it onto the floor every time I found it. I'm assuming it was always the same one, but it died in a cleaning accident a few days ago.


DXMachina - Sep 01, 2005 8:06:52 am PDT #10001 of 10001
You always do this. We get tipsy, and you take advantage of my love of the scientific method.

Yadda, yadda, this thread is closed. Continue bitching over here:

"Spike's Bitches 26: Damn right I'm impure!" Sep 1, 2005 10:06:29 am PDT


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