But party requires me to call my voicemail and get the address. Then to find the house. Then to get dressed and to go.
The biggest barrier to the party? Voicemail.
Spike: We got a history, him and me. Fred: What? Spike: It was a long time ago. He was a young Watcher, fresh out of the academy when we crossed paths. It was a, what-you-call battle of wills and blood was spilled. Vendettas were sworn. It was a whole-- Fred: My God you're so full of crap. Spike: Yeah. Okay.
'Unleashed'
Natter 41: Why Do I Click on ita's Links?!
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.
Kat - Dec 23, 2005 4:33:33 pm PST #4802 of 10002
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
§ ita § - Dec 23, 2005 4:35:26 pm PST #4803 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
is it sort of the same kind of texture you'd get from the crust of a French apple or pear tart?
Can't recall ever having had one. Now I'm going to get all google crazy, dammit. I wish my memory worked right. But in the interim, the internet will do.
Voicemail? I think you should have wine, then.
Allyson - Dec 23, 2005 4:36:41 pm PST #4804 of 10002
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
Man. I have so many things to do today. I let my housework slide to the point of my entire bathroom stained purple and one big catbox and my kicthen floor feeling like a movie theatre floor.
All I've managed to do is get my car washed and feed Polgara's cats.
I picked up stuff to give myself a facial, manicure, and pedicure, but won't do that until I've done the three loads of laundry piled up, scrubbed the fuck out of the bathroom and kitchen, and wrap my nephew's gifts.
Yeah, I know. I'm late. But he's not quite two yet and doesn't know the difference between xmas, chanukah, and the color blue.
§ ita § - Dec 23, 2005 4:39:39 pm PST #4805 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
He knows blue. He just doesn't know how to talk about blue. You're probably good on the non-secular holiday differentiation though.
Kat - Dec 23, 2005 4:40:59 pm PST #4806 of 10002
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
I just finally sent holiday cards.
yeah. see, ita, I'm glad you understand my voicemail ish.
Kat - Dec 23, 2005 4:43:22 pm PST #4807 of 10002
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
ita, I know you are aimable, but are you AIMable right now?
P.M. Marc - Dec 23, 2005 4:48:02 pm PST #4808 of 10002
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
Today I have made chocolate covered cherries, ganache for the chocolate figs, finished my shopping, and put my kid in a fauxhawk, seeing as it's one of the last chances to do so before the back and sides are too long to make it look nifty.
Lee - Dec 23, 2005 4:49:37 pm PST #4809 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
OMG. Too cute.
Spidra Webster - Dec 23, 2005 4:51:40 pm PST #4810 of 10002
I wish I could just go somewhere to get flensed but none of the whaling ships near me take Medicare.
Ah. When you described it, I thought "shortbread", too. And you're right about the layer thing. That's kind of the ideal in American pie pastry.
Wow, I want to chain Plei to my kitchen. And Plei, how did I go for the months I did when b.org first opened not knowing you were a mum? Huh.
beth b - Dec 23, 2005 4:54:05 pm PST #4811 of 10002
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
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