Oh, bleah. The conference room across the hall is full of sushi. Which, normally, yum, but in my present condition I'm physically restraining myself from jumping up, punching the attendees, and throwing it all out the window. Curse you filthy humans and your smelly, smelly food!
'Lies My Parents Told Me'
Spike's Bitches 30: Going on Thirteen
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
SOMEONE has watched a little too much Zim....
There is a newspaper editor here at the black paper whose name really is Clovis. He's a man of A Certain Age, though, and probably from the South.
So, asking him if you could put a pair of bunny ears on him and take a picture probably wouldn't happen, would it?
That's going to be one beautiful baby - possibly worth doing without sushi, corsets, and hair coloring for several months.
I prefer to think that I have watched exactly the right amount of Zim.
Man. I just closed the door and it's still all stinky. I am full of sushi rage.
SOMEONE has watched a little too much Zim....
Hey! Zim gives you lots of useful references for pregnancy. Not only can you fly into a rage for the tiniest slight, and be repulsed by food, but you can come out of an ultrasound thinking, "It's a perfectly normal human worm baby."
My nomination for bumper sticker of the week - "Proud Parents of an Anime Otaku". It's the "proud parents" part that I like.
Pregnant JZ is even more entertaining and adorable than pre-pregnancy JZ, which shouldn't even be possible.
Am I the only one thinking that the big announcement was suspiciously well-timed to allow for JZ's sushi-fueled rage-on?
(strange yet apt x-post with sj)
I just got spam with this subject line: "Any child may catch a fish, but only men can follow turkeys."