Damn, I just did a book purge. But maybe I could find a few more.
The Bay City Rollers, now that's music.
Giles ,'Sleeper'
Natter 46: The FIGHTIN' 46
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.
Consuela - Aug 22, 2006 7:35:09 pm PDT #4110 of 10001
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix
juliana - Aug 22, 2006 8:25:08 pm PDT #4111 of 10001
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
Erin, for those of us who have recently done major book purges of one sort or another, can we PayPal you? With possible suggestions, if you're needing those?
§ ita § - Aug 22, 2006 8:35:53 pm PDT #4112 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I wish cream had more (any?) protein. It would make my dinner more nutritionally complete.
Lee - Aug 22, 2006 8:39:18 pm PDT #4113 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
ice cream has protein
§ ita § - Aug 22, 2006 8:41:14 pm PDT #4114 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I tossed some cream on the preserved pears. Not enough to count, I suspect, but at least I'm having fruit, eh?
All I wonder is if they're flame retardant. Okay, that's not all, but it's right up there.
My finger and head hurt, for those keeping track. I am feeling quite petulant.
Lee - Aug 22, 2006 8:47:49 pm PDT #4115 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Poor petulant ita. I hope you stop
§ ita § - Aug 22, 2006 8:51:39 pm PDT #4116 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Or start hurting less.
Those are very pretty.
Lee - Aug 22, 2006 8:56:42 pm PDT #4117 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
OOPS. That was what I meant.
Really.
It was.
§ ita § - Aug 22, 2006 9:02:27 pm PDT #4118 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Until it stops hurting, I will blame you.
Works with the petulance thing.
And I'm off to sleep.
Lee - Aug 22, 2006 9:09:56 pm PDT #4119 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Of course.
Night.