Oh, look it's another box half filled with partially written in journals. This box was never unpacked from the last move. I am a sick woman.
But if the world doesn't end, I'm gonna need a note.
Cordelia ,'Potential'
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.
sj - May 30, 2006 12:29:09 pm PDT #6801 of 10002
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Polter-Cow - May 30, 2006 12:30:22 pm PDT #6802 of 10002
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!
but then I walked in on the Juliana/Christian Kane thing, so now I'm off to my bunk.
To write fic?
DCJensen - May 30, 2006 12:31:12 pm PDT #6803 of 10002
All is well that ends in pizza.
Wired Blog has a video of people dressing up like Marvel Super Heroes and reenacting the Secret Wars battles...
Cass - May 30, 2006 1:12:57 pm PDT #6804 of 10002
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
For the sake of my remembering any of them, I must insist that at least two of you move your birthdays to a less crowded month.But ... but it's the perfect distance from Christmas...
Also, I have the Father's Day thing working out for me this year.
Can I volunteer for next year instead?
DCJensen - May 30, 2006 1:15:25 pm PDT #6805 of 10002
All is well that ends in pizza.
Random Futurama quote:
Pathetic human race. Arranging their knowledge by category just made it easier to absorb. Dewey, you fool! Your decimal system has played right into my hands.
Polter-Cow - May 30, 2006 1:51:51 pm PDT #6806 of 10002
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!
I'm so bad. I've been given access to pore through a former executive's e-mails to look for important documents, and it's generally a mess and horribly organized, but I keep stumbling across these personal e-mails to women he met off Match.com and shit, and I can't help reading them. They're there ! I'm a bad person.
JZ - May 30, 2006 1:55:55 pm PDT #6807 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.
Well, you're not incredibly nice for doing it, but on the other hand he really shouldn't have been using his work email for that stuff. I have a shitload of person email on my work address, and if other people need something important I know damn well they may end up reading the personal stuff, and even though I don't like that I figure, human curiosity being what it is, I really don't have anyone to blame but myself if they do so.
Cashmere - May 30, 2006 1:58:48 pm PDT #6808 of 10002
Now tagless for your comfort.
From Jen's link:
The procedure can be a little uncomfortable for some women.
From the one woman I've heard who had it done, they misspelled "FUCKING HURTS LIKE MOTHER FUCKING HELL."
One of my triage nurses in the OB dept. when I had Olivia nearly got decked, partly because of her hellishly indifferent attitude towards me and my own awareness of how my labor was progressing--she wanted to send me home when I was in heavy labor and partly because of the exam she gave me.
Cass - May 30, 2006 2:04:48 pm PDT #6809 of 10002
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
I had to do that with the email of a guy I couldn't stand. He had a really messy break-up and then divorce...
I think I was posting bits here, actually. Especially the petty bits where he was a whiny little bitch about a set of dishes was worth $60.
I didn't really feel too bad about it either. I was more frustrated that I couldn't find the work stuff that I was also looking for at the time.
Strix - May 30, 2006 2:05:55 pm PDT #6810 of 10002
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
Hey, guys! *cough*
I wanna know which one of you SF2F beeyotches gave me the Ick when I haven't even snogged anyone in weeks! Huh? I'ma gunnin' for ya! *cough snurffle HWOCK*
Ok, gunnin' from bed with iced tea for my swirly innards, ouchy throat and sunburned shoulders.
Did I mention...last day of MOTHERFUCKIN' SCHOOL today!
I survived my first year teaching high school! And have a contract to go back and do it all over again...in 2 1/2 months!
Woo and hoo.