Heh. I've a really humongous soft spot for the little ones. I'll bite a parent's head off, but not theirs. I'm the lady you really really want sitting next to you and your kid on a gawdawful long flight.
Simon: You are my beautiful sister. River: I threw up on your bed. Simon: Yep. Definitely my sister.
'War Stories'
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.
sarameg - Mar 16, 2006 5:38:42 pm PST #4393 of 10001
Lee - Mar 16, 2006 5:47:19 pm PST #4394 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Hi.
brenda m - Mar 16, 2006 5:49:30 pm PST #4395 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
Did he/she do it? Spill, madam juror?
One of my cow-orkers was a juror recently and was chosen foreman. We think it's because he wears a bow-tie.
Lee - Mar 16, 2006 6:00:56 pm PST #4396 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
It's not over yet. It will never be over.
Worst of all, I may never know if she/he did it, because I am an alternate.
Is it wrong that I hope one of the 12 will get (just a little) sick this weekend?
Jesse - Mar 16, 2006 6:14:21 pm PST #4397 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Seriously, "Maine"? Like this is the freakin' '70s and Ma Bell is charging folding money per minute interstate rates?
Heh. Sorry.
bon bon - Mar 16, 2006 6:19:43 pm PST #4398 of 10001
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.
Dude, he doesn't even know WHAT HE JUST STARTED.
This is gonna wind up as a Law and Order episode, isn't it?
OMG, I had a similar thought, like "if this was L&O, that guy would be the first (wrong) suspect in msbelle's eventual murder."
§ ita § - Mar 16, 2006 7:00:41 pm PST #4399 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Grilled pork chop. Couscous. Love apple sauce.
No root.
No husband.
Will cope.
All the bad guys seem to die in the last ten minutes of a Miami Vice episode. Don't do one of those, msbelle.
bon bon - Mar 16, 2006 7:09:39 pm PST #4400 of 10001
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.
I love it when your boss calls you in your office at midnight with, "Oh, you're still here?...well, here's what I need" simultaneously making you feel guilty for still being here and keeping you here even longer.
§ ita § - Mar 16, 2006 7:11:17 pm PST #4401 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Guilty for being there? What crack is that?
bon bon - Mar 16, 2006 7:24:04 pm PST #4402 of 10001
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.
"Oh, I'm surprised you're still here, aren't you efficient enough to be gone already?"
My interpretation might be the minority view.