I just might. You available Saturday?
I could be. Shall I arrange to be?
Reavers ain't men. Or they forgot how to be. Now they're just nothing. They got out to the edge of the galaxy, to that place of nothing, and that's what they became.
Mal ,'Bushwhacked'
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.
Lee - Apr 02, 2006 5:11:57 pm PDT #6920 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Cass - Apr 02, 2006 5:20:00 pm PDT #6921 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.
Just the one. And I don't even know who made the beer to begin with. A friend of P's DH. If he's single, Ima date him for the beer on tap.
DCJensen - Apr 02, 2006 6:34:29 pm PDT #6922 of 10001
All is well that ends in pizza.
gronk.
Back home. Caught up. Skimmed.
Spent 11 hours at work again, because I couldn't stop helping people.
Got to drive home in daylight, tho. Woo!
Came home and did our mountain of dishes, scrubbed the sink, started some laundry, cooked 7 pounds of hamburger for chili and such. Chatted online and ate supper sna did those dishes.
I should probably sleep soon, but milady is not home yet, and with both our schedules this weekend, I only got to smooch her twice since Friday night....
I may have to nap on the couch.
Last night with Andi gone until 3 am, I couldn't stand Harvey's plaintive wails at the bedroom door. I let him into the bedroom after I took my claritin and other drugs.
Big mistake.
He spent at least an hour ramming his head into my face, and Sammy came in and rummaged through my stuff. I'ma have to cat proof another room.
Oh bother, I'm getting loopy. I just came up with a plot for a Pinky and the Brain story. PaTB time travel to October 1938 and cause Orson Welles to have laryngitis, and Brain decides to take over Orson Welles' broadcast, and punch it up a bit. Pinky accidentally cures Orson Just in time to save the radio drama from paving the way for world dominance by The Brain.
This episode may have actually been an episode, tho. My brain? sleepy.
ChiKat - Apr 02, 2006 7:04:24 pm PDT #6923 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?
My brain? sleepy.
I feel for you, Daniel. It's 11 here and I'm just now going home from work. Only to be back bright and early tomorrow. I'm leaving early tomorrow and no on can stop me, dammit.
NoiseDesign - Apr 02, 2006 7:05:27 pm PDT #6924 of 10001
Our wings are not tired
I've got my fingers crossed that I get to board my 9:02 flight to LA by Midnight.
ChiKat - Apr 02, 2006 7:06:57 pm PDT #6925 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?
Oh, ND, that just sucks. When will you get into LA if you leave that late?
Also, it sounds like the rain has let up. Hopefully, you'll get to leave soon.
NoiseDesign - Apr 02, 2006 7:08:34 pm PDT #6926 of 10001
Our wings are not tired
Right now I should hit LA about 1:30 AM. I rescheduled my crew in Carpinteria for Noon, so hopefully I can get a little sleep. Can it be Thursday yet? I need some sleep.
Spidra Webster - Apr 02, 2006 7:14:58 pm PDT #6927 of 10001
I wish I could just go somewhere to get flensed but none of the whaling ships near me take Medicare.
Came home and did our mountain of dishes, scrubbed the sink, started some laundry, cooked 7 pounds of hamburger for chili and such. Chatted online and ate supper sna did those dishes.
On top of 11 hours in the office?? You're a superman.
(((ND)))
I hope the weather cooperates.
Steph L. - Apr 02, 2006 7:16:47 pm PDT #6928 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
And then only if you're apologizing to somebody in particular. "Teppy, I'm round stick that I called you at 6am on Sunday morning and woke you up."
Uh....you didn't, though, did you? *Today,* that is?
So, yeah, this is cute: I go to CVS right before it closes, to pick up a prescription, intending to go to the grocery store after (I have my list all made out and with me, coupons clipped, etc.) As I'm paying for my prescription at CVS, I hear someone behind me clearing their throat in the attention-getting way (not the I-have-a-hairball way). I turn around.
It's The Boy. Picking up a prescription of his own. So we make with the small talk, walk out to our cars, and then I say I have to go to the grocery store. The Boy just laughs. I ask what's funny, and he reaches in his car and pulls out a piece of paper, which he hands to me.
His grocery list. So we grocery-shopped together. (Well, more or less "together" -- he's pokey and I like looking for new stuff, so we each went at our own pace, but kept bumping into each other every other aisle or so.)
He's just so easy to be with. It scares me. I'm used to relationships being hard, and never feeling totally comfortable. I'm starting to suspect I've caught Billytea's doooooooomed. But then -- ack -- after the What Are We Doing Talk/Agreement To Continue Not Defining This the other night, I don't don't DON'T want to get more smitten than The Boy is, only to have him tell me "Hey, back off, sister! You are WAY too into me."
So....well. I'm just trying to keep the doooooomed very reined in, so that things stay in perspective. For both of us.
dcp - Apr 02, 2006 7:19:03 pm PDT #6929 of 10001
The more I learn, the more I realize how little I know.
Looks like O'Hare is averaging 2 departures and 2 arrivals per minute right now, and there are two more serious rainbands yet to come through.