'Dear Diary, Today I was pompous and my sister was crazy.' 'Today, we were kidnapped by hill folk never to be seen again. It was the best day ever.'

Jayne ,'Safe'


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.


Jesse - Aug 31, 2005 6:17:04 pm PDT #3409 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

You're a good person, Heather. I'm sorry you have to do it.

You should go with Bob!

Can you get him to my neighborhood noon-ish for the bargain matinee pricing? If so, I'm SO IN.


sarameg - Aug 31, 2005 6:18:32 pm PDT #3410 of 10002

Today is bad.

I'm sorry, Heather. May it get only better.


JenP - Aug 31, 2005 6:21:01 pm PDT #3411 of 10002

Very sorry, Heather.


Hil R. - Aug 31, 2005 6:24:46 pm PDT #3412 of 10002
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l

So sorry, Heather.

I've been trying to get in contact with all my college friends. Everyone I've talked to is OK, but there are a few people who haven't gotten back to me yet. I wish there was more I could do to help everything over there.


beth b - Aug 31, 2005 6:25:30 pm PDT #3413 of 10002
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!

so very sorry Heather. may tomorrow be better


bon bon - Aug 31, 2005 6:25:39 pm PDT #3414 of 10002
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.

Getting him out of the house by noon? NO DEAL.

I like pimping out my BF, though. I should get myself a cup.


Lee - Aug 31, 2005 6:28:04 pm PDT #3415 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

Or a hat, at the very least.


Jesse - Aug 31, 2005 6:31:20 pm PDT #3416 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

Getting him out of the house by noon? NO DEAL.

I figured. Damn lazy academic types. Odds that I myself make it around the corner by then are slim to none.


Daisy Jane - Aug 31, 2005 6:40:13 pm PDT #3417 of 10002
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."

Going to bed. I'm just done.


Lee - Aug 31, 2005 6:41:55 pm PDT #3418 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

Good night Heather. I hope you get some sleep, and that tomorrow is a less bad day.