I'm pretty sure you could carve your own shelves in to the wall with a potato peeler
now that sounds intersting. there might be competition for the carrot.
Book: Where's the doctor? Not back yet?
Zoe: (beat) We don't make him hurry for the little stuff. He'll be along.
Book: He could hurry... a little.
'Safe'
Spike's Bitches 29: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[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.
beth b - Mar 29, 2006 10:28:45 am PST #5969 of 10001
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
erikaj - Mar 29, 2006 10:29:29 am PST #5970 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
Oh, thanks. Just something I can do with no pressure cause I'm not looking to be Jennifer Crusie. And I promised a guy a "fucked-up bedroom farce" once.
sj - Mar 29, 2006 10:33:59 am PST #5971 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Is there anything bad that one should look out for before signing a lease for an apartment?
Nora Deirdre - Mar 29, 2006 10:34:45 am PST #5972 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
hidden fees.
Atropa - Mar 29, 2006 10:36:02 am PST #5973 of 10001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
Is there anything bad that one should look out for before signing a lease for an apartment?
If it says something like I render up my soul, for now and forever ... then don't sign.
sj - Mar 29, 2006 10:39:25 am PST #5974 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
If it says something like I render up my soul, for now and forever ... then don't sign.
So everything I need to know in life I learned from watching Angel?
billytea - Mar 29, 2006 10:52:43 am PST #5975 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 killed the thread with apartment likes carrots, didn't I?
Oh! That reminds me, I should prepare something with carrots for the dinner tonight. There are traditions to uphold!
Nora Deirdre - Mar 29, 2006 10:53:11 am PST #5976 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
The pants I am wearing today are slightly too tight which puts me in the most awful mood in the world. Uncomfortable and feeling like failure.
vw bug - Mar 29, 2006 11:02:01 am PST #5977 of 10001
Mostly lurking...
Awww...Nora, I'm so sorry. I hate that too. I felt that way in all of my pants after being on the steroids. It's just a yicky feeling. You're not a failure, though. Trust me, k?
I just got back from a little trek out into the beautiful day. I needed to pick up prescriptions at CVS and wanted to buy a scarf that will go over my head when I have the gauze. I bought a pretty variegated green linen scarf that I think is lovely. BUT, it looks kinda stupid around my head. Oh, well. At least I won't look quite so frightening. I hope.
ChiKat - Mar 29, 2006 11:10:54 am PST #5978 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?
Nora, you are NOT a failure. Nope. No way.
I have a situation at work that is amusing me. I have a new boss who started here about 2 weeks ago. Officially, he started on a Sunday, which was the first day of our conference. I spoke to him a couple of times at the conference, but didn't really introduce myself.
On his first official day in the office, I went to his office and introduced myself to him. He then asked me what I do here. I got the distinct impression that he had no idea that he was my boss. Since then, he has barely spoken to me reinforcing my belief that he has no idea that he's my boss.
Today, he sent an email out to all of the managers that he supervises. I am not on that email. Dude has NO IDEA that he's my boss.
Frankly, I'm okay with that. I'll be left alone to get my shit done. Kinda cracks me up.