The Braves have their 14th consecutive division title.
Neener, neener
No power in the 'verse can stop me.
River ,'War Stories'
Spike's Bitches 26: Damn right I'm impure!
[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.
Ginger - Sep 27, 2005 5:37:17 pm PDT #5408 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Almare - Sep 27, 2005 5:38:10 pm PDT #5409 of 10001
"My drink preference does not indicate my sexual preference. "
I just saw Sci-Fi's little Serenity thing and I am forced to respond with White Font.
PUBLIC RELATIONS OFFICER!!!!!!
-dies of happiness-
DCJensen - Sep 27, 2005 5:41:25 pm PDT #5410 of 10001
All is well that ends in pizza.
Something I've been meaning to mention in Bitches:
On a path up to the small King's Mill Dam in town here, there is a sign that reads
Strictly
Walkway
I always smile and think "Oh. A sequel."
Cass - Sep 27, 2005 6:06:22 pm PDT #5411 of 10001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
I am holding you to this if we move anywhere close to California.Well, that's pretty much anywhere now, isn't it? We need a formula or something, x hours by plane increases visiting by y percent.
Teeny little bumps in my belly.Hee!
how incredibly adorableOkay, this was exactly what I needed to hear tonight. Nice timing of the Hecliment.
Plus? Playing with my new phone is kinda fun and addictive. I get tense, and then tenser because I embarress easily, in front of cameras and I'd really like to get past it. I also blink but that is why we came up with sunglasses.
(to elaborate, mostly because my brain won't shut up, my favorite pictures of myself have always been taken when there have been so many cameras around that I end up not really seeing them and just being me.)
I always smile and think "Oh. A sequel."Bwah!
I am home and I have taquitos. But way better than that -- my grandma looked great tonight. She ate her dinner without prodding or help. Admitedly it was chicken broth, lemon jello and orange sherbert, but she ate it all.
She's anxious to get home, which NSM right now but it can motivate her in the rehab. She's like to go home now actually. With her new titanium hip. I mentioned the fiesty?
I can barely admit to myself how scared I was that she wasn't going to make it and that she wasn't really feeling like she'd had a full life or was ready to go either. We had a nice visit for an hour or two and then I convinced her that sleep was of the good.
I am exhausted. I am sore. I am feeling so much better.
Steph L. - Sep 27, 2005 6:13:46 pm PDT #5412 of 10001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
Hec, I sent you e-mail, but you may have already left work before I sent it.
billytea - Sep 27, 2005 6:18:50 pm PDT #5413 of 10001
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
Random thought: I want to see them remake Nightmare on Elm Street using the Wiggles' "Wake Up Jeff" as the soundtrack.
DavidS - Sep 27, 2005 6:19:46 pm PDT #5414 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
The Braves have their 14th consecutive division title.
Congratulations! That ain't chicken feed.
A's are out, and very oddly, the Giants still have a shot.
Hec, I sent you e-mail, but you may have already left work before I sent it.
True. And I'm not at work tomorrow. So resend to my gmail, please.
Steph L. - Sep 27, 2005 6:22:42 pm PDT #5415 of 10001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
So resend to my gmail, please.
I don't think I have that one. Never mind -- found it.
Aims - Sep 27, 2005 6:27:16 pm PDT #5416 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to find Aimee an outfit to wear to a noon outdoor wedding. On a Sunday. At a ranch. In 2 weeks. I prefer skirts and tops/sweaters to dresses, although the right pair of trousers would be fab. I'm still around a 16.
billytea - Sep 27, 2005 6:30:12 pm PDT #5417 of 10001
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to find Aimee an outfit to wear to a noon outdoor wedding. On a Sunday. At a ranch. In 2 weeks. I prefer skirts and tops/sweaters to dresses, although the right pair of trousers would be fab. I'm still around a 16.
I see a look. It is 'gaucho'. There can be llamas.