I'll totally send them my stor.
Nobody can tell Marmaduke what to do. That's my kind of dog.
Trick ,'First Date'
Natter 40: The Nice One
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.
Allyson - Dec 02, 2005 4:00:11 pm PST #8751 of 10006
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica
Sue - Dec 02, 2005 4:04:28 pm PST #8752 of 10006
hip deep in pie
Damn! I just realized I forgot to tape the return of Noah Drake to GH today.
Yes, It's another exciting Friday night for me.
Jesse - Dec 02, 2005 4:20:43 pm PST #8753 of 10006
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
The stor is a good idea, Allyson.
That By Accident site is bananas.
And a huge benefit of being a much bigger person than my mother meant that her size 6 shoes (and boots and etc.) fit me perfectly when I was about 10. Dressup was AWESOME.
I just had a slightly cranky-making hour or so, including my train line stopping running because of a "smoke investigation," so I had to walk, not terribly far, but two stops that I would have preferred to ride. The word on the street was that it was bullshit, part of a slow down tactic, because the MTA union contract is up in two weeks.
DavidS - Dec 02, 2005 4:21:00 pm PST #8754 of 10006
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
I'm home at not even 8, listening to a song, the first words of which are "No one will ever love you Heather."
Patently untrue! And that's just speaking for me. I expect Mister Daisy has even stronger feelings on the subject.
brenda m - Dec 02, 2005 4:29:54 pm PST #8755 of 10006
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
Hee. Well, here's one advantage to starting your own business. Email from my brother:
blah blah blah
Email autosig: Brother's Name, Director, Company.
Email from him two minutes later:
blah blah blah, oh yeah, I just promoted myself
Email autosig: BN, General Director, Company.
Daisy Jane - Dec 02, 2005 4:30:49 pm PST #8756 of 10006
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Not tonight he doesn't. He was incredibly rude, mean and utterly humiliated me in front of people. And, that was after I'd already had the shitty day.
Daisy Jane - Dec 02, 2005 4:31:49 pm PST #8757 of 10006
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
brenda's brother has gone power mad!
brenda m - Dec 02, 2005 4:33:16 pm PST #8758 of 10006
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
I told him he should be proud they're so pleased with his work.
"They" being himself and his girlfriend, of course.
Daisy Jane - Dec 02, 2005 4:36:06 pm PST #8759 of 10006
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Just as long as he doesn't turn into one of those mean bosses and imposes restrictive and arbitrary rules on himself.
Allyson - Dec 02, 2005 4:37:16 pm PST #8760 of 10006
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica
I'm looking at apartments in New York on Craigslist, which is hilarious, since I have no idea where anything in New York is.
I'm too lazy to move. But I desperately need an enormous change.