lunch news! My salad has raw kohlrabi in it.
And my cats breath smells like catfood!
Death is your art. You make it with your hands day after day. That final gasp, that look of peace. And part of you is desperate to know: What's it like? Where does it lead you? And now you see, that's the secret. Not the punch you didn't throw or the kicks you didn't land. She really wanted it. Every Slayer has a death wish. Even you.
Spike ,'Conversations with Dead People'
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.
Nora Deirdre - Nov 14, 2006 6:56:29 am PST #9998 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
Kat - Nov 14, 2006 6:56:31 am PST #9999 of 10001
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
Yet, in my secret heart, I'd like matching luggage.
Preferably hello kitty.
I'm actually super excited about thanksgiving this year! Succotash might be a nice addition.
Topic!Cindy - Nov 14, 2006 6:56:49 am PST #10000 of 10001
What is even happening?
We need a haiku
My brilliance? Still wasted here.
And on Marie Claire.
P.M. Marc - Nov 14, 2006 7:25:09 am PST #10001 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
This natter is dead!
Come see the new thread!
Matt the Bruins fan "Natter 48 Contiguous States of Denial" Nov 14, 2006 9:23:50 am PST