Ms. Bug you may go to bed any time you are ready. This day is history.
Gunn: The final score can't be rigged. I don't care how many players you grease, that last shot always comes up a question mark. But here's the thing. You never know when you're taking it. It could be when you're duking it out with the Legion of Doom, or just crossing the street deciding where to have brunch. So you just treat it like it was up to you—the world in balance—'cause you never know when it is.
'Underneath'
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.
Laura - Nov 30, 2005 4:27:06 pm PST #7351 of 10003
Our wings are not tired.
vw bug - Nov 30, 2005 4:33:18 pm PST #7352 of 10003
Mostly lurking...
Oh, thank god!
DCJensen - Nov 30, 2005 6:00:14 pm PST #7353 of 10003
All is well that ends in pizza.
So much for the "End" of the Tropical Storm Season.... Epsilon is alive and well in the middle Atlantic.
Cass - Nov 30, 2005 6:23:30 pm PST #7354 of 10003
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 have made mushroom soup. I didn't that know I could.
Katerina Bee - Nov 30, 2005 6:37:56 pm PST #7355 of 10003
Herding cats for fun
Yum. Mushroom soup! There's this Polish restaurant I like that serves mushroom sauce over mashed potatoes. So good you can think about skipping the sausage, if you're in a mind to watch calories.
Trudy Booth - Nov 30, 2005 6:40:31 pm PST #7356 of 10003
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
Cassie, can you hop on an IM?
Cass - Nov 30, 2005 6:44:57 pm PST #7357 of 10003
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
The soup is really very good. Wish I remembered how I made it. I know there were mushrooms, chicken stock and milk involved but it would stand to reason that it was more complicated than that.
Online for the moment.
Cass - Nov 30, 2005 10:15:58 pm PST #7358 of 10003
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Holy crap I killed the thread. Huh.
I am writing (and by "writing" I obviously mean "obsessively thinking about without ever committing word to page or screen") one of those* emails tonight.
- The ones where you might be all grown up and adult and everything but you still feel the need to explain every single thing to your parents and friends. Where you have made a decision and then quaver at having to tell people. Because what if they don't get it or don't approve. One of those.
Cass - Nov 30, 2005 11:01:18 pm PST #7359 of 10003
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Well that is that.
I was drafting a test email and somehow clicked the button that sent it. Thankfully, except for not having any sort of closing, it was well written, even if I wasn't sure I wanted to send it just yet.
This is why composing in an alternate program is so very important, boys and girls.
Cass - Dec 01, 2005 12:43:42 am PST #7360 of 10003
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 email brave tonight. I should shut the computer for the night though.
How come late night emails feel so much like drunk dialing even when you haven't been drinking?
Instead of shushing you kindly and tottering you back to bed to sleep it off, the digital canvas simply smiles blankly while you type on and on and on.
Thereby not stopping me from running at the mouth fingers.