Okay kids are skateboarding on the sidewalk in front of my house. And occasionally bashing into my trash and recycling cans as today was trash day. I am alternating between a.) yelling at 'em to get off my lawn or b.) giving them a dollar to bring the cans up the driveway. It's not the skateboarding that is annoying, it is the crashing into stuff. Vote now.
Spike's Bitches 27: I'm Embarrassed for Our Kind.
[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.
Or maybe I just skipped too many classes.
I think it was clearly the media's fault.
Give 'em the dollar! It'll surprise them, at least.
I think it was clearly the media's fault.Cronkite School of Journalism at ASU. It damn well was the media's fault. Or, you know, I slacked and had a new girlfriend. I'll blame the media.
eta: context
eta2: They left. Darn, I was going to go with the dollar thing too. Teach them manners and the value of causing a problem and then getting paid to fix it.
INotON, wows am I cranky today. Praying it is PMS and not just that I am a huge bitch.
Good heavens I broke the thread. I'm sorry! I didn't mean to.
Good heavens I broke the thread. I'm sorry! I didn't mean to.
You fix it and put it back right now.
We're adding Mallory to the LAN: >[link]"The printed page is obsolete. Information isn't bound up anymore, it's an entity. The only reality is virtual. If you're not jacked in, you're not alive."
We're adding Mallory to the LAN
Awwww
The printed page is obsolete.
Hey! Take that back!
I don't know how I"m gonna do this, guys. I really don't know. Z's out talking with his mom and then hanging with a friend, and I'm at home and making mac'n'cheese just turned into a 20-minute sobbing fit, because... well, just because. And now I'm sitting here bawling as I type. It's just so very fucking hard, and I know it will get better, but it ain't right now and it's just so hard.....
I just don't have the strength to go out and everyone who'd be comforting to have here is unreachable.
So, I'm here. And I don't know what I'm gonna do.