Can't you email the Wallybee?
Yeah, but she's probably out doing a job. She doesn't seem to check it often anyway.
See, you're making me dwell on the unreachability of the Wallybee. This is not happymaking!
Buckle up, kids! Daddy's puttin' the hammer down.
Spike ,'Touched'
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.
billytea - Jun 05, 2006 4:24:51 pm PDT #7991 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.
Steph L. - Jun 05, 2006 4:52:19 pm PDT #7992 of 10002
I look more rad than Lutheranism
Jilli, whenever you poke your head in here -- I cannot *believe* how quickly the Seche Vite topcoat dries! (The next trick, of course, is to see how long before my polish chips. Anything longer than 3-4 days, and I will be a happy happy Teppy.)
Typo Boy - Jun 05, 2006 4:56:17 pm PDT #7993 of 10002
Calli: My people have a saying. A man who trusts can never be betrayed, only mistaken.Avon: Life expectancy among your people must be extremely short.
Umm - don't you have a land line you can use?
Nicole - Jun 05, 2006 5:31:10 pm PDT #7994 of 10002
I'm getting the pig!
Jilli, Yay for finishing of projects and opening night Wicked tickets!
I did, however, just go buy the Seche Vite topcoat that you recommended.
I bought mine right before the F2F and I LOVE it. Awesome stuff. If your polish chips within a couple of days, I'd be surprised. Perhaps even SHOCKED!
Thanks to everyone for the well wishes and concern. It warms the heart more than I can say. I feel blessed to know you wonderful and caring peeps. Yo.
eta: Health ~ma to your cousin, Spidra.
Polter-Cow - Jun 05, 2006 7:08:15 pm PDT #7995 of 10002
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!
Sometimes I come in here and a little voice wants to say, "Bitches ain't shit!" And then another little voice wants to say, "Sir, that is patently untrue."
billytea - Jun 05, 2006 7:21:20 pm PDT #7996 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.
Umm - don't you have a land line you can use?
Not for text messaging. Plus, for that actual talkies, I don't like calling her in the office, I like to be able to be myself. It's a bit harder with your boss sitting next to you.
Anyway. Forty five minutes in the mobile phone dealership later, I am signed up to a plan! I can once again contact the 'Bee! And just in time, because she needed me to look up the address of her next job. Happy again. Well. I googled pictures of echidnas, so I've been happy for a while now. But now I'm even happier.
DebetEsse - Jun 05, 2006 7:35:39 pm PDT #7997 of 10002
Woe to the fucking wicked.
Things that make bt happy: Cel phones, echidna pictures.
nope, not really surprising at all.
Cass - Jun 05, 2006 8:47:26 pm PDT #7998 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.
Things that make Cass happy:
- hanging out, gardening and watching Buffy with Pamela
Things that make Cass unhappy:
- coming home to realize I need to clean and do laundry
Things that are just fantastic:
- the air here just smells really good, really really good
Fay - Jun 05, 2006 9:56:56 pm PDT #7999 of 10002
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.
Sometimes I come in here and a little voice wants to say, "Bitches ain't shit!" And then another little voice wants to say, "Sir, that is patently untrue."
Oh my lordy lord, the sheer unbridled hug-him-and-squeeze-him-and-call-him-George adorability of P-C!
Bless!
Topic!Cindy - Jun 06, 2006 12:34:08 am PDT #8000 of 10002
What is even happening?
Yeah, but she's probably out doing a job. She doesn't seem to check it often anyway.
I asked about e-mail, because I know I can send a text message to Cashmere's cell phone via e-mail, and thought you could text Wallybee via e-mail, as well.
See, you're making me dwell on the unreachability of the Wallybee. This is not happymaking!
I was trying to be innovatively happymaking. Don't make me root for your out-of-fresh-ideas subconscious, mister.
Anyway. Forty five minutes in the mobile phone dealership later, I am signed up to a plan! I can once again contact the 'Bee! And just in time, because she needed me to look up the address of her next job. Happy again. Well. I googled pictures of echidnas, so I've been happy for a while now. But now I'm even happier.
Well thank goodness, because between worrying about your technological problems, and that you were going to have to spend money to take two great vacations, I hardly slept a wink last night.