I might have broken my big toe. Stoopid shoes. which are going in the garbage.
owwwwwwww
I hope it's not an actual break. Even if it isn't, shoes that hurt that much deserve to be tossed in the garbage.
Wash: Captain, didn't you know kissin' girls makes you sleepy? Mal: Well sometimes I just can't help myself.
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
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.
Anne W. - Sep 05, 2005 4:47:29 am PDT #694 of 10001
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.
Jessica - Sep 05, 2005 5:25:17 am PDT #695 of 10001
If I want to become a cloud of bats, does each bat need a separate vaccination?
The worst thing that happened at this wedding - I might have broken my big toe. Stoopid shoes. which are going in the garbage.
Ouch! (This is why I always take my shoes off to dance at weddings. I have yet to meet a pair of heels my feet didn't hate.)
I had the equivalent of the "actor's nightmare" dream this morning -- I was throwing a cocktail party, and I forgot to make any food! People were arriving and saying things like "Ooh, I can't wait to see what Jess made this time!" and I was running out the door to buy chips and dip. It was very embarrassing. And of course, now I'm in the mood to plan a cocktail party.
SailAweigh - Sep 05, 2005 5:26:14 am PDT #696 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
Ow, beth. Big-toe~ma for fast healing, whatever it is.
Topic!Cindy - Sep 05, 2005 5:26:43 am PDT #697 of 10001
What is even happening?
Oh my word, Jess. You're having W's dreams.
Jessica - Sep 05, 2005 5:27:53 am PDT #698 of 10001
If I want to become a cloud of bats, does each bat need a separate vaccination?
You're having W's dreams.
Dear god I hope that's a typo. (Or else W is a name that needs explaining.)
JZ - Sep 05, 2005 9:20:46 am PDT #699 of 10001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
beth, that sounds utterly amazing.
ION, waaah. I'm working on a new Puritan skirt and watching the Style channel, and it's breaking my heart. Right this second there's a makeover show happening, in which the parents and parents' friends of a little baby punky gothlette have all ganged up on her to demand that she go from Punk Queen to Trendy Teen. It's totally wrecking me. She's this sweet little thing with shiny shiny long Dawn-like (but blonder) hair and a collection of studded collars and little Sandman's Sister Death eyeliner art; she's been homeschooled for the last year because the bitchheads at her private school were so monstrous to her the year before, and now she's getting ready to go to public high school and her mom and stepdad are flipping out like mammals.
She's so cute and sad -- torn stripey tights and super high-top black Converse and a little black t-shirt that, she says proudly, she made herself three years ago on her rickety little sewing machine. And her mom and the mom's sanctimonious friend and the friend's little drip of a daughter all just ganged up on her, explaining that she looks "dirty" and "trampy" and that her little friend Annie won't be allowed to visit her anymore because she's such a terrible negative influence (the last time Annie visited, she came home wearing BLACK! LIPSTICK!!1!OMGWTF!).
And this 14-year-old stood her ground for a bit, and then she just started weeping, and choked out, "You say you know me and you know what I like, but this is what I like! This look is me. This is me. All this comes from my heart, and you're telling me you don't like it."
I so badly want Jilli to swoop in, beat the holy shit out of everyone with a steel-tipped parasol, and sweep this little babygoth off for comfort and hot tea and fanged-bunny snuggling.
amych - Sep 05, 2005 9:23:16 am PDT #700 of 10001
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
The poor dear. I think we should adopt her.
Jars - Sep 05, 2005 9:24:33 am PDT #701 of 10001
And they wonder why kids run away. Ick.
Amy - Sep 05, 2005 9:27:55 am PDT #702 of 10001
Because books.
I saw that one. It was heartbreaking. I didn't watch it through to the end, either, becayse when her "friends" went shopping for her, I assumed it was going to end badly. Poor thing.
Cass - Sep 05, 2005 9:35:04 am PDT #703 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've been to Cass' place. Not only does she not share a wall with anyone, there's at least a few feet of yard between her and each of her neighbors. That's some impressive sex.I was in the kitchen, at the sink. There was my whole driveway and a little walkway in between.
I don't know about the actual sex but the aucoustics certainly were impressive.
At the point the neighbours can hear, I think we've reached "I hope you've brought enough for everyone" territory.I'm not sure, but I suspect it was solo. At least I didn't hear another guy's voice.
But he wasn't going at it again this morning, so I got my dishes done.
I want public transit. And Zipcars. Most all of my tootightdiamondshoes are tires when you get right down to it.
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If you get the chance to have a friend's wedding ( not the reception nessicarily, just the wedding) in you backyard, do it. The whole world apprriciates it. everyone is amazed and astonished. and they say nice things about your house and garden. and even nicer things about you .Oh, it sounds like it was lovely, beth. Your descriptions made me smile at how perfect it all seemed for them. Happy making...
And this 14-year-old stood her ground for a bit, and then she just started weeping, and choked out, "You say you know me and you know what I like, but this is what I like! This look is me. This is me. All this comes from my heart, and you're telling me you don't like it."Noooo! Not happy now. Now sad. Oh the poor dear...