What I can't figure out is why those pants got back in my closet in the first place -- I know when they ripped, and I replaced them. But that was all last year, so when I was packing, I just figured I had two similar pairs for no apparent reason, and picked one at random. Oops.
Death is your art. You make it with your hands day after day. That final gasp, that look of peace. And part of you is desperate to know: What's it like? Where does it lead you? And now you see, that's the secret. Not the punch you didn't throw or the kicks you didn't land. She really wanted it. Every Slayer has a death wish. Even you.
Spike ,'Conversations with Dead People'
Natter .44 Magnum: Do You Feel Chatty, Punk?
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 - May 08, 2006 6:21:53 pm PDT #6150 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
aurelia - May 08, 2006 6:23:35 pm PDT #6151 of 10002
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.
Now I don't feel so silly about discovering (yesterday, after several months of wear) that my jeans are missing a beltloop. Two in the front, one in the back, one on the right side, and nothing on the left.
Jesse - May 08, 2006 6:35:05 pm PDT #6152 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Beltloops, eh.
Oh, and the day I wore them, I kept standing up in rooms full of sitting people. I tried to brazen it out, but finally just put my jacket around my waist.
Lee - May 08, 2006 6:44:17 pm PDT #6153 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I hate it when stuff like that happens.
Jesse - May 08, 2006 6:48:16 pm PDT #6154 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
I actually minded it surprisingly little. Possibly because it was behind me, so I couldn't see the big gaping hole in my ass.
Lee - May 08, 2006 6:58:25 pm PDT #6155 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I can see that. I didn't actually change my pants, even though I was still going outside to do my laundry.
aurelia - May 08, 2006 7:02:25 pm PDT #6156 of 10002
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.
Is Point Magoo a real place?
aha... Mugu. I swear it sounded like they were saying Magoo on 24.
billytea - May 08, 2006 7:03:35 pm PDT #6157 of 10002
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
Hey, some ducks have a penis half the size of their body!
Length. And it's more than the length of their body, they'd be aghast to hear you impugn their drakehood in such a cavalier fashion.
tommyrot - May 08, 2006 7:06:26 pm PDT #6158 of 10002
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
Hmm... "Impugned Drakehood" would be a good band name....
billytea - May 08, 2006 7:15:18 pm PDT #6159 of 10002
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
Hmm... "Impugned Drakehood" would be a good band name....
It can go up there with "The Wanking Iguanas" and "Bogarting the Millipede".