Alternately, I can trade that tomorrow with the office for valuable fun and prizes.
Or a white piece of paper, at the very least!
Well, other bands know more than three chords. Your professional bands can play up to six, sometimes seven, completely different chords.
Oz ,'Storyteller'
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.
Lee - Dec 29, 2006 5:06:35 pm PST #8051 of 10004
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Cass - Dec 29, 2006 5:11:13 pm PST #8052 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.
Don't go being racist to my Smurfy paper... Except the blue is a little bit teal and I am not a fan of teal. So, yeah, trading it in tomorrow.
Lee - Dec 29, 2006 5:32:17 pm PST #8053 of 10004
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I wasn't being racist-- there really is a white piece of paper involved.
Cass - Dec 29, 2006 5:40:10 pm PST #8054 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.
Huh, so much for my being funny. Like the funny syphilis. With fewer vengeful Indians.
Do I get more hints? I like hints!
Lee - Dec 29, 2006 5:48:25 pm PST #8055 of 10004
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Aww, poor Cass. You were funnier than even the funny syphillis.
No hints!
Pix - Dec 29, 2006 5:49:40 pm PST #8056 of 10004
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
I have a really icky headache which seems to be slowly tipping toward migraine-land. Make it go away?
ChiKat - Dec 29, 2006 5:52:17 pm PST #8057 of 10004
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
::kisses Kristin's temples and gently rubs::
esse - Dec 29, 2006 6:03:06 pm PST #8058 of 10004
S to the A -- using they/them pronouns!
Kristin, I'm sorry, I think you must have gotten my headache from earlier today. My apologies.
In other news, oh my dear loving CHRIST how much do I miss diner food right now? Answer: a whole hell of a lot. All I'm thinking about is chicken and waffles, pancakes and bacon, eggs and toast and grits and hash browns, my fucking god HASH BROWNS, covered, smothered, and served with a smile. Finished off with apple pie a la mode and in no way good coffee from the pot.
Salivating. Right now.
Cass - Dec 29, 2006 6:03:45 pm PST #8059 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.
No soup hints for me!
Sorry about the head, K. Can you take a bath and drink some tea?
P.M. Marc - Dec 29, 2006 6:44:52 pm PST #8060 of 10004
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
SA, your sleep schedule's utterly fucked, girl!
You on IM?