Allyson, she's not knitting a bike. She's crocheting one. Clearly.
The count of three isn't a plan. It's Sesame Street.
Buffy ,'First Date'
Natter 47: My Brilliance Is Wasted On You People
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.
Kat - Nov 06, 2006 4:27:14 pm PST #7992 of 10001
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
Jesse - Nov 06, 2006 4:29:51 pm PST #7993 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
So I guess I'm not having dinner tonight. Who have I become?? I didn't have dinner a couple of nights last week, but that was after cake at work. Now I'm hungry, I guess, but it's too late and I don't feel like it.
sarameg - Nov 06, 2006 4:29:57 pm PST #7994 of 10001
Nuh uh, she's performing alchemy and then welding the result into a bike.
If we downloaded all our excitement for you? The recipient would EXPLODE. Because, seriously. My own little brain kinda bends and kinks at the thought that by the time I go back to work after vacation, you'll have met your son. DUDE.
Jesse - Nov 06, 2006 4:34:13 pm PST #7995 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
bon bon - Nov 06, 2006 4:47:28 pm PST #7996 of 10001
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.
This is my favorite thing ever now.
Jesse - Nov 06, 2006 4:53:04 pm PST #7997 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
I read Gothamist so you don't have to.
bon bon - Nov 06, 2006 4:55:25 pm PST #7998 of 10001
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.
From that site, so true:
And, really, if it's not Pat or Roger, all the other newscast at NY1 could be called "Other Guy". Really.
I read Gothamist so you don't have to.
Thank you, because I won't read them until they HIRE A COPY EDITOR. Seriously, they're like militant about not having one.
Lee - Nov 06, 2006 4:57:57 pm PST #7999 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I just dropped guacamole down my cleavage.
I am soooo classy.
sarameg - Nov 06, 2006 5:01:26 pm PST #8000 of 10001
Hey, better than grapes at a faculty dinner. Guac at least oozes out of sight.
meara - Nov 06, 2006 5:07:22 pm PST #8001 of 10001
For some reason I have this mental image of wildly bouncing grapes wreaking havoc amongst tweed-clad faculty, chasing them into inappropriate places.