I want to smush him and ruffle his hair, but he's probably much too cool for that now.
You could ruffle and smush him.
or not get home till Tuesday.
I vote for this! Fuck Monday! You're sick on Monday.
'Conviction (1)'
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I want to smush him and ruffle his hair, but he's probably much too cool for that now.
You could ruffle and smush him.
or not get home till Tuesday.
I vote for this! Fuck Monday! You're sick on Monday.
I vote for this! Fuck Monday! You're sick on Monday.
Alas, that will be the week when my kids take the math portion of the state-wide exam. I'd be willing to miss Monday, but not Monday and Tuesday.
But I may be making a trip out to the lower portion of the state, at least, sometime this summer. And maybe the upper as well, we'll see.
Off to bed now. Good night!
But I may be making a trip out to the lower portion of the state, at least, sometime this summer.
That does nothing for me! I want to see you.
And maybe the upper as well, we'll see.
Please?
I felt the the need to slap with Sideways as well, but ended up admiring how unflinching a look it was at these guys, and how hionest the actors were in it. I also found that by the last hour I had gotten so interested in them that each tiny, awkward moment of growth really stood out for me. Films like to do big sweeping moments or sudden epiphanies and Idug seeing growth being made one painful choice at a time.
So, I spent about 8 hours yesterday believing I was going to make it to the F2F. And then, no after all.
Ngah! And Emily trumps the Empress in the teasing stakes.
From Fay's Gillian Anderson link:
her accent, with me at least, is crisp, unadulterated RP
Gah, this is unfair accent porn. I have tried and tried to resist the geek cliche, but most UK accents just make my forebrain melt. I turn into a puddle of fanboy goo.
Yes, Fay, as a matter of fact, I am vastly looking forward to seeing you again. Coincidence? I think not.
::wonders when the last time Cindy got to read a book by poolside::Ha. The summer of 1995. I last read a book at the beach during the summer of 1996, because Ben was a baby, and my folks would watch him at the cottage in the afternoon, while Scott and I went to the beach.
Yup. My copy is paperback. If you'd like, when I'm done, I can mail it to you. If I love it, I'll buy it in hardback.Cashmere, thanks. I'd say yes, but my aunt is one of those people whose houses is always immaculate. Her secret is throwing everything out. When my cousins were kids, my mother used to tell them to keep moving, or they'd get the heave ho, too. Even books don't last long.
Eep!
That's all I have this morning. Eep! Can't talk about it. Will jinx it. But Eep!
Eep! Good morning vw. Hi to not morning folks. I really have to focus on work today. Ugh. I may be able to skim while waiting for long processes to run, but work work work is my plan for the day.