I don't give half a hump if you're innocent or not. So where does that put you?

Book ,'Objects In Space'


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.


§ ita § - May 25, 2006 2:25:21 pm PDT #8998 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

We have a lot of crushed snail carcasses here on the campus. That doesn't bode well.


Glamcookie - May 25, 2006 2:39:06 pm PDT #8999 of 10002
I know my own heart and understand my fellow man. But I am made unlike anyone I have ever met. I dare to say I am like no one in the whole world. - Anne Lister

Is it wrong that everytime I see the Nillytown thread, I'm earwormed with Funkytown?


Strega - May 25, 2006 2:41:55 pm PDT #9000 of 10002

We have a lot of crushed snail carcasses here on the campus. That doesn't bode well
That was an eerie image until I scrolled back and realized I'd missed tommyrot's post.

Heh. Damn that Narrator! I use LJ primarily for the friends page. I guess I've actually posted a couple dozen times over the years but the format isn't good for the kind of conversations I like. I'm too used to linear boards.


Lee - May 25, 2006 2:44:19 pm PDT #9001 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

I have a LiveJournal account, but I don't actually have an LJ. Nor do I anticipate having one anytime in the near or even far future -- I spend too much time online as it is, so I just use the LJ account to check up on the Buffistas who are more talky over there than here.

Some of us are talky meat that lock almost all of our LJ entries, which is why you should friend people.

And then start posting.


JZ - May 25, 2006 2:52:05 pm PDT #9002 of 10002
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.

Oh, Perkins, you loveable nut, trust me, you don't want me posting there. I tend to pontificate and rant too much even here in the extremely conversational structure of the b.org threads. In a format that's just big blocks o' text, I really can't permit myself to do anything more than randomly comment here and there.

Especially right now, when my LJs would just consist of lengthy disquisitions on the heartbreak of heartburn, how weird my breasts are lately, and why the Girlfriend's Guide to Pregnancy sucks and now I have to return it to the well-intentioned friend who lent it to me and pretend I liked it, when actually I want to punt the author off the nearest cliff.

I used to care about books and art and theatre. I'm almost too boring to live right now, and definitely too boring to post on LJ.


Lee - May 25, 2006 2:54:26 pm PDT #9003 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

You should still friend people though, so that they can friend you back

(ION, here, little girl, want a piece of candy )


sarameg - May 25, 2006 2:55:13 pm PDT #9004 of 10002

Oh my fucking god. I have emptied my kitchen but for the cleaning supplied under the sink. I needed to eat. Oh and some stuff in the dishwasher I'll use tomorrow.

Hour and a half.

And how in the hell did I end up with 3 french presses?! I don't even make coffee using a french press.

Also? I have a lot of shit. My dining room is looks like a kitchen bomb went off. How does that happen?


Atropa - May 25, 2006 2:55:27 pm PDT #9005 of 10002
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.

definitely too boring to post on LJ.

This? This is untrue. So very, very untrue.


JZ - May 25, 2006 2:55:57 pm PDT #9006 of 10002
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.

I have no idea what the etiquette is, so I've been waiting until other people friend me and then friending them back, so as not to impose.

ION, my breasts are really weird lately.

There! You see? You SEE?


billytea - May 25, 2006 2:56:41 pm PDT #9007 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.

ION, my breasts are really weird lately.

Have they started calling Hec "Clarice"? Because you might want to get that checked.