WATERLOO, FINALLY FACING MY WATERLOO
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.
SO WE CRASHED THE GATE DOIN' NINETY-EIGHT
I SEZ, LET THEM TRUCKERS ROLL, 10-4.
MY KIND OF TOWN.
CHICAGO IS
MY KIND OF TOWN
If Jesse says you weren't there, then...I have a concussion. Remember my concussion?
The two of you, I swear.
You know what it is? My extreme love of msbelle forces her into my memories when she wasn't even there.
Or maybe she's stalking my neurons. Can she do that? Is she in there right now? IS THAT WHY IT HURTS SO MUCH??
Y'all are crazy.
sarameg, I wasn't on CRACK about it not working because I was the fourth person in the past week who took the computer to our IT guy (who's name is Bruce Lee, I shit you not), with a complaint. I'm thinking we got a bad batch.
I know you weren't. I was describing the genius bar to someone, as a mac fan, and I said the problem was they'd all drunk the koolaid and it did them no favors. I was really unimpressed. Enough that were I a mac newbie, I'd be seriously turned off. Luckily, my personal computing staff is my dad, brother and Alex, the computer prof who sold me my current laptop. No koolaid in sight.
DJ, I hope you days get only better. Today seriously sucked for you.
I think everyone should do with their pictures what they want. Kat, I think you look much better in you pics than you think, but I've also decided that I look much better in my pics than I think. I also think I sound NOTHING like the voice on my answering machine. Self perception is funny. And I have some pics of you that make me grin.
Allyson, send them the weirdest school picture you can find. That'll work.
I had something else... oh. Freaky ass dreams. Crashed for 3.5 hours this evening. Meant to be a liedown to let the advil take hold. Whoops. I got plumbing disasters destroying recently mudded sheetrock ceilings, inappropriate...behavior, a visit to AAA which was in a building outfitted to look like a giant travel coach, living with a raw foods fundamentalist something family (except there were pitas. I don't think those are raw foods,) delivered a lecture on how everyone looks and judges with roles played by Mischa Barton and that Paris chick. So fucking weird. I think I woke up instead of sleeping the night through because I was thinking it was so fricking weird. At least I've figured out where the ceiling plumbing disaster motif came from.
it's the love. I never cause pain.
I thought I was your only stalker, ita.
Have I been replaced already?
I never cause pain.
Dude, you pinched my cheeks. And then told other people to do it. Luckily, my growl got the point across.