I think Perkins is ignoring me.
Everybody dies, Tracey. Someone's carrying a bullet for you right now, doesn't even know it. The trick is to die of old age before it finds you.
Mal ,'The Message'
Natter 45: Smooth as Billy Dee Williams.
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.
aurelia - Jun 16, 2006 4:43:23 pm PDT #2413 of 10002
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.
-t - Jun 16, 2006 4:45:53 pm PDT #2414 of 10002
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
I want ice cream. I have gelato in the freezer. That is so not on my diet, though.
Dammit.
Lee - Jun 16, 2006 4:46:43 pm PDT #2415 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Perkins was on her way home. She had to do that, you see, to get to where the wallow is.
Sadly, it is not where jello, kiddie pools, or pudding is.
aurelia - Jun 16, 2006 4:52:41 pm PDT #2416 of 10002
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.
Ah. I was just trying to come up with ways to make the wallowing a little more fun.
Lee - Jun 16, 2006 4:53:41 pm PDT #2417 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
That would have helped, it's true.
Tom Scola - Jun 16, 2006 4:55:30 pm PDT #2418 of 10002
Remember that the frontier of the Rebellion is everywhere. And even the smallest act of insurrection pushes our lines forward.
Perkins, I mailed you a check on Monday. I guess you haven't gotten it?
Lee - Jun 16, 2006 4:58:39 pm PDT #2419 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Not yet, Tom. I'll let you know when I do.
Lee - Jun 16, 2006 5:58:08 pm PDT #2420 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Did everyone go away?
Jesse - Jun 16, 2006 6:09:32 pm PDT #2421 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Tell me you're suffering from frappe deprivation or something, or we're going to have you blackballed from your local packie. If you don't get it together, people are going to be ragging on you wicked bad at the water bubbler, come Monday.
Aw. I am definitely suffering from frappe deprivation!! Man, I wish I had a coffee frappe right now. And I think I finally ditched the hundreds of bottles of coffee syrup my grandmother had given me over the years, so I can't even make my own. (In my world, a coffee frappe is the best frappe.)
I had a lovely evening with friends and sushi and sitting outside, but gotDAMN am I tired.
msbelle - Jun 16, 2006 6:19:14 pm PDT #2422 of 10002
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
I am trying to figure out how I can start fitting yoga classes back into my life.