Also a series of correcting typos.
Tell the drunk girl about it.
I'm a single undead gal trying to make it in the big city. I have to start somewhere and they're evil here. They don't judge. They've got necro-tempered glass. No burning up. A great medical plan, and who needs dental more than us?
Harmony ,'Conviction (1)'
Spike's Bitches 32: I think I'm sobering up.
[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.
Daisy Jane - Aug 29, 2006 9:59:35 pm PDT #857 of 10000
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Cass - Aug 29, 2006 10:02:48 pm PDT #858 of 10000
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Tell the drunk girl about it.It's this thing where you think you know what you want to say and then your fingers are suddenly acting like ice-skating monkeys and then you can't even remember what you were going to type even if you could get the letters to appear on the screen in a reasonably accurate order.
It's like that.
Or like being really, really unpleasantly stoned.
SonusExMachina - Aug 29, 2006 10:04:34 pm PDT #859 of 10000
BOOK: "River..? Please, why don't you come
on out..." RIVER: "No. Can't. Too much hair." - 'Jaynestown'
A toast: To teachers!
For real.
Here's to all the unwaveringly patient souls that put up with my scatterbrained tigger-like bouncing ADHD learning style during my 20+ years of schooling...
:: raises a glass ::
Slainté, teachers!
Daisy Jane - Aug 29, 2006 10:05:25 pm PDT #860 of 10000
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Exactly like that, or getting hit in the head with a large gold brick wrapped in a lemon skin.
NoiseDesign - Aug 29, 2006 10:05:25 pm PDT #861 of 10000
Our wings are not tired
Here's to all the unwaveringly patient souls that put up with my scatterbrained tigger-like bouncing ADHD learning style during my 20+ years of schooling...
Are you saying that ended with the end of school?
t runs away
DavidS - Aug 29, 2006 10:08:21 pm PDT #862 of 10000
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
and then your fingers are suddenly acting like ice-skating monkeys
We have to see that! Monkeys on skates! They're so irrational!
Emily, after re-reading I see clearly that I have erred on the side of Be a Dominating Teacher when you needed more It Takes A Year To Make a Classroom.
Which is true. It's an evolving relationship. With several different classes.
Also? You can come over here and watch videos and let us feed you potent alcoholic drinks anytime. You can bring AcrossTheHall Teacher if you like, too.
Volans - Aug 29, 2006 10:09:50 pm PDT #863 of 10000
move out and draw fire
The netnanny blocked me from checking out Plei's haircut. Reason? "Nudity:online storage"
Online storage pr0n MUST BE STOPPED.
Daisy Jane - Aug 29, 2006 10:11:05 pm PDT #864 of 10000
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Bedtime! Love y'all! To little below quantum bits.
Cass - Aug 29, 2006 10:12:30 pm PDT #865 of 10000
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Exactly like that, or getting hit in the head with a large gold brick wrapped in a lemon skin.You know, a pangalacticgargleblaster might help right now. Or kill me. It's a toss up.
runs awayWay to welcome the new guy. But I am guessing you know him. Her. I swear I read the profile... Did I mention the dazed and confused?
Oops, I should hello as well. Hi, SonusExMachina.
DavidS - Aug 29, 2006 10:15:22 pm PDT #866 of 10000
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
The netnanny blocked me from checking out Plei's haircut.
That is so wrong. To sum, Ple got the very haircut she desired. A sharply angled bob with a stacked back.
It is one of her many flavors of Superhot which ranges from Long Haired Teen Ple to Short Cropped Guh Ple.
[goes to happy place]
In other news, eeep, I've got to get up at 6:30 to brave the traffic and get to Emmett's first day of school. It's his first year without Preston in his class. He's bumming about that.
OTOH, the girl he kind of likes that kind of likes him back (Nelia) is in this class.
Emmett's 4th Grade Teacher Describing Nelia To His Parents In Last Year's Conference: "She's kind of like a girl Emmett."