Don't diss the Lucas. He and Spielberg have finalized the script for Indiana Jones 4
I'll diss him until I'm sure he hasn't fucked with Indy.
I just said that you're pretty. Even when you're covered in...engine grease, you're... No, especially, especially when you're covered in engine grease.
Simon ,'Jaynestown'
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.
Trudy Booth - Dec 29, 2006 3:06:10 pm PST #8024 of 10004
Greece's financial crisis threatens to take down all of Western civilization - a civilization they themselves founded. A rather tragic irony - which is something they also invented. - Jon Stewart
vw bug - Dec 29, 2006 3:15:18 pm PST #8025 of 10004
Mostly lurking...
I'M HOME! Or, at least at my parents' doing laundry.
My puppy is COMPLETELY ignoring me. Something tells me he's a little pissed off at his mom.
Cass - Dec 29, 2006 3:20:26 pm PST #8026 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.
Yay home and launderage. Boo Toto ignorage.
Huh, I should do that laundry thing. But I have warm stuff here that I didn't wear in San Diego. So I can put it off slightly longer and then have megatons of laundry to do in the future. That seems okay.
Today is the first Friday in weeeeeeeeeks that I haven't flown to California. It's bliss.
Lee - Dec 29, 2006 3:30:16 pm PST #8027 of 10004
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Plei, as luck would have it, there is an Entourage marathon on HBO this weekend.
Also, I forgot to mention yesterday, that at my TJs, they now carry caramels with French sea salt. Not chocolate covered, sadly, but still of the Yum.
YAY for being home, VW!
Pix - Dec 29, 2006 3:31:46 pm PST #8028 of 10004
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
Today is the first Friday in weeeeeeeeeks that I haven't flown to California. It's bliss.
Oh sure, if you live in Portland. If you live in California, though, no Cass flyage is a total bummer.
YAY for being home, VW! I'm sorry Toto is being a poopy-head.
Laga - Dec 29, 2006 3:46:05 pm PST #8029 of 10004
You should know I'm a big deal in the Resistance.
I'm having champagne and toasted cheese for dinner. I hope Spidey doesn't mistake these Sofias for energy drinks and chug one befopre work. I should warn him. It seems they have perfected the geyser-proof straw. I'm not sure if I'm happy about this, the geyser was an excuse to quickly slurp down the first third of the can.
Cass - Dec 29, 2006 3:46:38 pm PST #8030 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.
Oh sure, if you live in Portland. If you live in California, though, no Cass flyage is a total bummer.Well there was a lot more flying and waiting to flying than actual visiting. Also the cats are not abandoned at home alone nor in kitty jail, so they're happier. I am taking it as a win this time.
Unless I could get stuck in an airport with the hot, hot, omigodsohot guy again when I am awake enough to do more than blink at him hungrily. Like, I don't know, speak at him hungrily.
Edited to remove extraneous "so"s. So, you know, readable without sounding Valley Girl.
vw bug - Dec 29, 2006 3:47:21 pm PST #8031 of 10004
Mostly lurking...
I'm sorry Toto is being a poopy-head.
Eh. He'll get over it. It was just disappointing, 'cause I was so excited to see him, and he was all, "Grandpa! Kathy! Play with me! Mom? Where's mom? I don't see a mom! Grandpa! Kathy! Play with me!"
NoiseDesign - Dec 29, 2006 4:07:39 pm PST #8032 of 10004
Our wings are not tired
Champagne in a can?
Amy - Dec 29, 2006 4:09:06 pm PST #8033 of 10004
Because books.
Aw! vw's being punished for sure. He'll come around. He loves his mom.
I'm finishing writing a sex scene with Sleepy Hollow on TV in the background. I'm beginning to think my hero should look more like Johnny Depp. Either that or I should just write a sex scene about me and Johnny.
I'm also beginning to think I should succumb to the lure of the devil's food cupcake with buttercream frosting that's calling my name.