too sweet?
Was it a malt?
Mal: Take your people and go. Captain: You would have done the same. Mal: We can already see I haven't.
'Out Of Gas'
Natter .38 Special
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.
Kat - Aug 26, 2005 6:46:38 pm PDT #1599 of 10002
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
Lee - Aug 26, 2005 6:48:30 pm PDT #1600 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Nope. A mocha chip. Next time I will get a chocolate malt.
Kat - Aug 26, 2005 6:50:18 pm PDT #1601 of 10002
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
I think of the malts as tasting less sweet.
Am HOT.
One of my coworkers bought me a plant, a pink balloon and an iced tea from starbucks today.
Lee - Aug 26, 2005 6:52:57 pm PDT #1602 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I think that is usually true.
I'm cold.
Trudy Booth - Aug 26, 2005 7:05:09 pm PDT #1603 of 10002
Greece's financial crisis threatens to take down all of Western civilization - a civilization they themselves founded. A rather tragic irony - which is something they also invented. - Jon Stewart
Why is my pizza not here yet, dammit?
Because it takes so long to get there from the east coast? Or possibly Chicago?
sarameg - Aug 26, 2005 7:06:35 pm PDT #1604 of 10002
I wuz gonna say something, after talking to best friend for hours....
Oh, I'm with Plei. And tshirts are acceptable if the boobs are such they hide the rest. Not pretty, but acceptable. Man, I should avoid invites to drink and talk via phone. Typing was HARD.
sarameg - Aug 26, 2005 7:12:46 pm PDT #1605 of 10002
I'd also like to note NO ONE CARED ABOUT MY MOUSE TRAUMA AND OPERATIC PERFORMANCE. Ahem.
AIIIIEEEEEEEE.
tommyrot - Aug 26, 2005 7:41:43 pm PDT #1606 of 10002
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
There's a Salon article about the Whitehouse press corps, where Krav Maga gets mentioned:
It seemed somehow related to the Roberts nomination that there was an extra helping of snappy young Republicans humming around the White House on the 20th -- prematurely wide and matronly young women with obsolete cheerleader features dressed like Lady Bird Johnson, with tightly twisted hair and $2,000 handbags, and 20-something guys with that roundheaded military eunuch look: plastic wraparound sunglasses and boxy, off-the-rack navy-blue suits with the periwinkle-blue shirts that have become the uniform of the GOP Youth. The guys have a restless, jacked-up machismo that probably comes of venting the frustrations of abstinence in Krav Maga class, and a thumping sense of the authority and entitlement that comes with belonging to the winning team, which they call "The Party." Superclean motherfuckers -- an abrasive, stinging kind of clean, like they all just got shaken out of an icy tumbler full of Pine Sol, pumice and the New Testament.
[link] (page 4)
Dana - Aug 26, 2005 7:46:04 pm PDT #1607 of 10002
I'm terrifically busy with my ennui.
I cared, sara. I shuddered in sympathy and then couldn't talk about it because it was too icky.
Emily - Aug 26, 2005 8:23:04 pm PDT #1608 of 10002
"In the equation E = mc⬧, c⬧ is a pretty big honking number." - Scola
Me too. Also, I thanked my lucky stars that Bastet hasn't come across any mice (or at least not felt like making presents of them).
("Mouses." I ask you!)