You know what's truly sad? hearing some weird story about mice getting swung by their tails and thinking there's a metaphor for your life in it. Did you kill the President of Paraguay's thread with a fork, Gus? THat is my biggest question right now...apart from the sobering mouse analogy of course.
Tell me more good stuff about me.
Kaylee ,'The Message'
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.
erikaj - Jan 06, 2006 1:37:28 pm PST #8402 of 10002
Always Anti-fascist!
Lee - Jan 06, 2006 1:38:11 pm PST #8403 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
There was no ginger ale down the hill! It's like a fucking conspiracy to deprive me.
I think it is a conspiracy of deprivation (and not even just to deprive you). Our non caffeinated drink collection sucks ass.
Also, mint tea-- really not that calming.
sarameg - Jan 06, 2006 1:40:13 pm PST #8404 of 10002
Count the flecks of tea that escaped the bag. When you wake up....
beth b - Jan 06, 2006 1:44:57 pm PST #8405 of 10002
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
I am drinking earl grey tea with lavender -- and now, I want ginger ale
damn the hive mind...
DebetEsse - Jan 06, 2006 1:46:18 pm PST #8406 of 10002
Woe to the fucking wicked.
I have TJ's Ginger Beer in my fridge. I'm saving it for a reward when I've accomplished something.
Sue - Jan 06, 2006 1:47:57 pm PST #8407 of 10002
hip deep in pie
I thought mint tea was supposed to be invigorating?
Lee - Jan 06, 2006 1:50:03 pm PST #8408 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Is it? It's failing at that too.
Also, I have no desire to fondle it, the way I would a diet coke can, but maybe that's just me.
§ ita § - Jan 06, 2006 1:51:15 pm PST #8409 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Try chamomile, Perkins.
Lee - Jan 06, 2006 1:54:23 pm PST #8410 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I'm not sure we have any. I should go look.
Sue - Jan 06, 2006 1:55:07 pm PST #8411 of 10002
hip deep in pie
Also, I have no desire to fondle it, the way I would a diet coke can, but maybe that's just me.
What happens between you and consenting beverages is your own business, Perkins.