I AM NOT A VICTIM OF MY CAT.
Ok, with that lovely statement, I go to bed.
There's more than one way to skin a cat. And I happen to know that's factually true.
Mayor ,'Lies My Parents Told Me'
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.
sarameg - Jul 03, 2006 7:29:53 pm PDT #5212 of 10002
Lee - Jul 03, 2006 7:34:52 pm PDT #5213 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Hee.
Night!
§ ita § - Jul 03, 2006 7:48:53 pm PDT #5214 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Sarameg needs that to be her tagline.
I overexercised. Can someone come over and make me hot cereal for dinner?
Lee - Jul 03, 2006 7:55:44 pm PDT #5215 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Poor ita. If I had hot cereal to make, I would come make you some.
Well, hot cereal and a transporter.
§ ita § - Jul 03, 2006 7:57:16 pm PDT #5216 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I have all the fixings here. Please come, or send help. The kitchen is so far away.
Lee - Jul 03, 2006 8:00:39 pm PDT #5217 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Hmm. It might take me a little too long.
§ ita § - Jul 03, 2006 8:01:36 pm PDT #5218 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I can lie down and wait. That's not a problem.
Lee - Jul 03, 2006 8:03:49 pm PDT #5219 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Tell you what, you find someone to shoot up my cat tomorrow morning, and I'll come make you hot cereal.
§ ita § - Jul 03, 2006 8:06:46 pm PDT #5220 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Dammit. Sara already went to sleep, didn't she?
Okay, I guess I'll pull away from the eBay and feed myself.
Lee - Jul 03, 2006 8:08:07 pm PDT #5221 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Sorry. Maybe next time.