I'm going with sofa, tv, and pizza I just got delivered. I faked that I ordered in just in case my suitcase got here when I was out (stupid airline), but really it's because I'm lazy.
Time to slay. Vampires of the world beware!
Buffybot ,'Dirty Girls'
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.
Jesse - Jan 14, 2006 10:47:36 am PST #9871 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Topic!Cindy - Jan 14, 2006 10:48:32 am PST #9872 of 10002
What is even happening?
Lilly is too cute.
sarameg - Jan 14, 2006 10:54:10 am PST #9873 of 10002
The killing whoozit picture cracks me up every time.
Can you use that dermaglue and then put makeup over it? Someone got between gravity and a cat and is now sporting a slash under my eye. It was a very close call.
Jessica - Jan 14, 2006 11:03:10 am PST #9874 of 10002
If I want to become a cloud of bats, does each bat need a separate vaccination?
Today was Discover I Have No Money day, which led to Going To The Gym Instead Of Shopping day, and later will be See Sweeney Todd On Broadway Night.
And I have Monday off! Woot!
[Oh, and also Watch SGA While Painting My Nails Afternoon. That was fun.]
Cass - Jan 14, 2006 11:03:32 am PST #9875 of 10002
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Today: curled up with coffee (yay having bought fresh dairy last night!), kitties, TiFaux and too many dvds, sneezing into really nicely scented tissues (what *were* they nestled against in the closet?) and freaking out that mom is going to be here in the morning. I guess that means later today means cleaning at least a TON.
I like remembering my dreams, fucked up as they often are. Though the recent distressing dreams can clear out just the moment my mind has worked through whatever it is chewing on currently.
Someone got between gravity and a cat and is now sporting a slash under my eye. It was a very close call.Cripes! I really need to trim the kittenish's daggers before sarameg and I are comparing dermaglue notes. Is your eye okay?????
DebetEsse - Jan 14, 2006 11:05:18 am PST #9876 of 10002
Woe to the fucking wicked.
Nutty, how has Familiar Fatal Insomnia not made it onto the medical shows? Seems like perfect medical drama fodder.
sarameg - Jan 14, 2006 11:06:32 am PST #9877 of 10002
Yeah, she missed the eye. Did give me a moment of why cats?! but... Avoid vacuuming the closet when there is a nervous cat perched on the shelves above. She leaped and hit the hangers, bounced into me flailing and then fell in the laundry basket.
Bah, hit the wrong thing. The scratch isn't that bad, just in a bad place.
Cass - Jan 14, 2006 11:20:30 am PST #9878 of 10002
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Good to know. See? This is why I suspect vacuuming can kill or damage you.
I'm glad she missed your eye. Way too close a call.
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Mom just called to say that, no, she wasn't coming down this afternoon after all. Um?????? It *is* this afternoon. Did I miss a memo? (Actually a voice mail, it turns out.)
She's coming down tomorrow morning. I need to vacuum and am now afeared.
Cass - Jan 14, 2006 11:29:22 am PST #9879 of 10002
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Last week's Dilberts have reminded me of shrift. Today's referenced pandas and now I am just wigged uncomfortably. A little to Natter-y.
Jesse - Jan 14, 2006 11:39:13 am PST #9880 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
See? This is why I suspect vacuuming can kill or damage you.
It's true, man. This is why I avoid it.
So, now they say my luggage will be picked up by the delivery service at the airport at 5pm today, and to my house within six hours after that. Greeaatt. You know, thinking about it now, I should have just gone to get it myself. Dopey. Of course, that would have involved leaving the house, which, not so much.