Oops. Killed the thread by not liking living in LA. I didn't mean to.
Weird love's better than no love.
Buffy ,'Dirty Girls'
Spike's Bitches 28: For the Safety of Puppies...and Christmas!
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Cass - Feb 10, 2006 2:02:00 pm PST #8576 of 10001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
juliana - Feb 10, 2006 2:04:03 pm PST #8577 of 10001
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
You bastard!
Nicole - Feb 10, 2006 2:23:07 pm PST #8578 of 10001
I'm getting the pig!
Aimee, that place is gorgeous.
Speaking of renting places, just talked to sj. Dave (teacup guy) is checking out their possible new place as I type. Anyone that hasn't yet, release your apartment ~ma in 3, 2, 1...
NOW!
SailAweigh - Feb 10, 2006 2:25:18 pm PST #8579 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
From what the Moonstruck website says, I can purchase their chocolates from a local gift store. Or, I can drive down to Chicago and check out one of their chocolate cafes. Road trip!
Also, much ~ma to Katie B's friends and ND and family. Medical problems suck.
I picked up a bunch of movies to watch this weekend. It's to encourage me to finish my Bitch Blanket. I'm not doing anything hard, but I just keep putting it off because I think of a hundred other things to do. But when I watch movies, I like something to keep my hands busy so it's a perfect match.
Cass - Feb 10, 2006 2:36:48 pm PST #8580 of 10001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
You bastard!Eh, I'm moving. What do I care?
Waitaminute... I'm taking b.org with me.
I didn't mean it. I take it back. So sorry...
Can you forgive me?
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~ma of the apartment variety for sj and the golden teacup boy.
DavidS - Feb 10, 2006 2:54:29 pm PST #8581 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Or, I can drive down to Chicago and check out one of their chocolate cafes.
That's where the action is. Their hot chocolate is the best I've had outside of Paris.
JZ - Feb 10, 2006 3:16:45 pm PST #8582 of 10001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
Two quick notes:
1. I met PolterCow! He was all kind and sweet and quietly snarkalicious, and his hair was fabulous. He must move here. I decree it.
2. Now that the rest of us all have our "what scrappy said" t-shirts, at last somebody out there has designed a t-shirt just for Robin.
meara - Feb 10, 2006 3:18:34 pm PST #8583 of 10001
Bleah. It's been a long week, and I'm tired. So I dont' really want to go OUT...but there's supposed to be snow tomorrow, so I fear tonight is my only chance this weekend! I may stay home anyway.
I will honestly be happy if I do okay on my GRE. Which is on February 23. Gak.
You will do awesome! I give you all my GRE-ma, and baby, I got plenty of it. It was rather nerve-wracking getting the scores right away, but also very cool!
there's a woman in my company who's last name is "Kuntster". And it's her married name. I would have never taken it.
Wow, yeah, there are times when you HAVE to buck tradition, there's just no choice...for god's sake, think of her CHILDREN!
I want a sister in law with a chocolate store! But not in Holland, cause that's too far away.
ChiKat - Feb 10, 2006 3:28:24 pm PST #8584 of 10001
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
Or, I can drive down to Chicago and check out one of their chocolate cafes. Road trip!
I vote road trip.
billytea - Feb 10, 2006 3:49:06 pm PST #8585 of 10001
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
I can say that I'm not worse (where values of "worse" would equal "slicing parts of my enormous reservoir of fat off my body"). But still full of the tasty zesty self-hate. Whee.
Steph! I'm very sorry about the self-hate. The only cure is Cincy pimpage! Really!
Or maybe I shouldn't apply penguin psychology to humans.
Well, that's always an option. Of course, I heartily endorse penguin therapy for humans, which is where you inundate the humans with penguins until they feel better. (You will be adorinated. Resistance is futile.)