Totally splurge, Cash.
I kind of hate online chat. Or, I hate when I leave it open and start doing other things and then messages pop up unexpectedly. Which is why I never have AIM on.
Angel: Connor, this is Spike and Illyria. Guys, this is Connor. Connor: Hi. umm...I like your outfit. Illyria: Your body warms. This one is lusting after me. Connor: Oh...no, I--I--it's just that it's the outfit. I guess I've had a thing for older women. Angel: They were supposed to fix that.
'Origin'
Natter 43: I Love My Dead Gay Whale Crosspost.
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 - Feb 28, 2006 6:22:59 am PST #143 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
brenda m - Feb 28, 2006 6:23:21 am PST #144 of 10001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
It sounds high to me, Cashmere, but I do live in the Land of Cheap Waxing, so. And I'd do it no more than a week ahead of time, but my hair grows fast.
For not being New York it sounds on the high end but not outrageously so. I'd go for it.
Oh, and what Jesse said about no more than a week ahead.
sarameg - Feb 28, 2006 6:23:28 am PST #145 of 10001
I've never done any sort of instant messaging...no wait. There was something I used to do on the VAX back in college. Talk? Phone? But since then, nope. I tend not to answer my phone, too.
beth b - Feb 28, 2006 6:24:07 am PST #146 of 10001
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
I used gmail chat last night with DH . It works well.
I cook dried fruit in my oatmeal, It makes it more tasty - and I rarely need brown sugar or anything like that.
mmm... donuts. I would have to leave the house and that isn't happening today.
cute nephews
Lee - Feb 28, 2006 6:24:50 am PST #147 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Thanks, Nilly. I invited you to chat, but now I have to run to a dentist appointment.
tommyrot - Feb 28, 2006 6:26:35 am PST #148 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
From Slashdot:
"Tentatively scheduled for a spacewalk this summer, a Russian cosmonaut will take his trusty six iron and a special weightless-friendly tee and put a golf ball into orbit from outside the International Space Station. The golf ball has an embedded transmitter so that it can be tracked as it orbits. It is expected to orbit for 3 to 4 years before burning up on re-entry. The golf shot is the result of promotional fees paid to the Russian space agency by a Canadian golf club manufacturer."
Let's hope he doesn't make a bad swing and rip a big divot out of the hull of the International Space Station.
Jesse - Feb 28, 2006 6:28:37 am PST #149 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
I've never done any sort of instant messaging...no wait. There was something I used to do on the VAX back in college. Talk?
We totally used talk (ntalk? Why is that ringing a bell in my head?) in college! So funny.
Kristen - Feb 28, 2006 6:31:03 am PST #150 of 10001
okay this made me cry! because...Tim Gunn!
I know!
But maybe he and Andrae can have dinner at the Red Lobster and work things out.
Jesse - Feb 28, 2006 6:32:19 am PST #151 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
I continue to be unable to resist saying PR lines with the slightest provocation. This week, it's apparently, "What happened to Andrae?!"
Theodosia - Feb 28, 2006 6:33:48 am PST #152 of 10001
'we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn't end any time soon"
I'll totally talk to you on Google Talk, Nilly!