I think it is time to retreat to the world of books and drinkI'd like to make a reservation until early 2007, please.
Oh, I get it. You just don't like who did the rescuing, that's all. Wishin' I was your boyfriend what's-his-height. Oh wait, he's run off.
Spike ,'Potential'
Spike's Bitches 33: Weeping, crawling, blaming everybody else
[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.
Cass - Nov 15, 2006 8:52:17 pm PST #1720 of 10004
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Cass - Nov 15, 2006 9:29:17 pm PST #1721 of 10004
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Was tired. Now untired. Stupid brain.
Lee - Nov 15, 2006 9:37:16 pm PST #1722 of 10004
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Damn it Cass, you just gave my brain ideas.
So much for trying to make it a non-nyquil night.
Cass - Nov 15, 2006 9:49:37 pm PST #1723 of 10004
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
I did NOT!
Blame my brain, not me.
Fay - Nov 15, 2006 9:50:00 pm PST #1724 of 10004
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.
I think it is time to retreat to the world of books and drink
.......may I tag? Pretty please?
(Meanwhile, in Campest Kid Evah news, it seems that the other boys in the class have twigged that wee K next door is gay as a window. Or some of them have. Not that this is a problem, but it led to the following exchange:
Teacher: Now we're making the wrong vowel sound! We want to make an 'oooo' sound, kids! 'Ooo' - look at the shape of my mouth! Like you're giving somebody a kiss. See?
Kids: giggle giggle giggle.
Teacher: right, now try to make that ooo shape. Okay? Now turn to your partner and check that they've made the right shape.
K's partner: Nooooooo!!!!
Teacher: Don't be silly! He isn't going to kiss you! We're just checking that it's the right shape!
K's partner (darkly): Huh. I know what he's like....
Lee - Nov 15, 2006 9:54:47 pm PST #1725 of 10004
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I did NOT!
Blame my brain, not me.
I can try, but lord knows my brain doesn't like to listen.
Cass - Nov 15, 2006 10:00:46 pm PST #1726 of 10004
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Neither does mine.
So now it gets to sing Candy with alternate lyrics, "I need Band-Aid; Band-Aid on a cut there's nothing better..." That'll learn me to finish grating the last bit of cheese instead of wrapping it and putting it in the fridge. I'm going to miss that knuckle while it grows back.
Fay's kids are just delightful.
Lee - Nov 15, 2006 10:06:45 pm PST #1727 of 10004
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Fay's kids are just delightful.
Yes, they are.
I think I am going to try the sleep thing. Night!
Laura - Nov 16, 2006 2:58:04 am PST #1728 of 10004
Our wings are not tired.
Eeep. That was a scary picture Plei. I hate going over bridges when the water is like that. Yikes.
And I am off to see if I can fix the office phones! Or it will be a quiet day. Except then all the customer types will be calling my cellphone. Yes, must fix the phones.
Nora Deirdre - Nov 16, 2006 4:06:00 am PST #1729 of 10004
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
Hope today is better for you, Laura!
Yesterday was a stupid day, although in my case mitigated bigtime by the presence of Jen K. and delicious, delicious locally brewed beer.
Ran into my next door neighbor on the train home, had a nice chat.
Stayed up into the night with Tom talking about money while in bed. There should be a rule against that. Bah. Bad bed mojo! Today, I practically was incapable of dressing myself, yet somehow got to the office safely. Whew!