Cass=so nice.
Who died and made you Elvis?
Cordelia ,'Storyteller'
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.
Lee - Mar 31, 2006 7:09:33 pm PST #7772 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Cass - Mar 31, 2006 7:19:40 pm PST #7773 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.
Does that mean I am the nicest now?
Cause it might be raining toads too... Or impending birth of the antichrist.
Lee - Mar 31, 2006 7:20:12 pm PST #7774 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Or at least my favorite, along with Aurelia.
Cass - Mar 31, 2006 7:28:35 pm PST #7775 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.
Whoot!
msbelle - Mar 31, 2006 8:01:36 pm PST #7776 of 10001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
Does that mean I am the nicest now?
um, excuse me? don't make me stop this car.
Cass - Mar 31, 2006 8:04:32 pm PST #7777 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.
Whoopsie.
Lee - Mar 31, 2006 8:05:20 pm PST #7778 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
hee
Trudy Booth - Mar 31, 2006 8:05:50 pm PST #7779 of 10001
Greece's financial crisis threatens to take down all of Western civilization - a civilization they themselves founded. A rather tragic irony - which is something they also invented. - Jon Stewart
Little Miss Oregon Nice beat me to the slumber nut!
Spidra Webster - Mar 31, 2006 8:09:51 pm PST #7780 of 10001
I wish I could just go somewhere to get flensed but none of the whaling ships near me take Medicare.
This has been a looooong day. I went from pleasantly up to giddy to absofuckin'lutely exhausted. Starting at about 4pm, I tried to print out the more noteworthy thankyou emails I'd gotten from customers. I only just finished printing and copying those about 20 min. ago. There were two co-workers who were staying late but eventually they left. Leaving me (Oh! The irony!) alone to lock up the office. I'd had to turn my keys in midday. So I had to make sure that when I left I had everything I needed with me because otherwise I wouldn't be able to get it 'til Monday at the earliest.
I took one pile of customer emails home with me (it was really about a ream) and left another on the coffee table in the atrium with a fluorescent yellow card on top that said in red sharpie "When Customer Service Walked Rocked The Earth".
They weren't even all my best work. It was just easiest to find the ones that were classified "Thanks". Sometimes the stuff I worked hardest on was stuff the customer didn't thank me for. Well, as exhausting as it was to spend hours at my computer printing that stuff out (my neck is killing me), it was good to reread those emails. It reminded me of how fastidious I can be. There were definitely times when I went through all kinds of gyrations to cover some corporate fuckup or t'other.
§ ita § - Mar 31, 2006 10:02:16 pm PST #7781 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Mmm. Goat. Escoveitched fish. Rice and peas. Plaintains. Rum punch. Sorrel. "Rum" cake.
I think I can sleep now.