Throw them away?!?! They're perfectly good things... I'll never use. I should sell them, is what I should do.
JZ: Wait for further instructions.
Raise your hand if 'ew.'
Buffy ,'Same Time, Same Place'
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 09, 2006 2:37:28 pm PDT #6367 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
§ ita § - May 09, 2006 2:39:10 pm PDT #6368 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Using them is difficult but selling them is practical?
Jesse - May 09, 2006 2:39:54 pm PDT #6369 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
I don't know about practical.
Pix - May 09, 2006 2:41:15 pm PDT #6370 of 10002
The status is NOT quo.
I just skipped a bizillionty posts. We're writing ransom notes? Polka-dotted ones?
Jesse - May 09, 2006 2:44:39 pm PDT #6371 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
I am, apparently. So far my to-do list for after graduation looks like this:
1. Hire hooker for ita
2. Send JZ and/or Jilli ransom note.
§ ita § - May 09, 2006 2:45:26 pm PDT #6372 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I don't know about practical.
Evidently.
::leaves work::
Pix - May 09, 2006 2:45:38 pm PDT #6373 of 10002
The status is NOT quo.
It's good that you have a plan for your future. Your college counselor would be proud.
ChiKat - May 09, 2006 2:45:54 pm PDT #6374 of 10002
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?
Whoa. I missed the hooker thing. Hooker?
Jesse - May 09, 2006 2:47:04 pm PDT #6375 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
I don't know, really, ChiKat -- ita wants to be able to talk about crazy sex over her cell phone, or something?
§ ita § - May 09, 2006 2:47:56 pm PDT #6376 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Also my friends' lives outraunch mine, and I feel left out.
::really leaves::