Very convincing. Makes me completely want to put myself under government control. Please take me to where you can make me unconscious and naked.

Riley ,'Help'


Natter 48 Contiguous States of Denial  

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.


Liese S. - Dec 08, 2006 7:28:58 pm PST #5241 of 10007
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."

I didn't eat pizza, but I did have gnocchi. With alfredo sauce, because I was too lazy to make a sauce that required cutting. And I still feel full and kinda miserable hours later.

And I remember now that I ate the food so that I could take some ibuprofen to make my headache go away. But instead, I fell asleep watching Battlestar Galactica. Although, my headache is gone now, so maybe that's what I needed. On the other hand, I am now up, and the SO is still going to call me after his after-show party, so I am likely to be Up for a long time.

I wish I could get my sleep patterns straight, but they rarely are at all, and almost never when he's gone.


§ ita § - Dec 08, 2006 7:35:41 pm PST #5242 of 10007
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

What is wrong with my life that I make coffee calls instead of booty calls? Where did I go wrong?


Vortex - Dec 08, 2006 7:39:41 pm PST #5243 of 10007
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman

ita, we talked about this.


§ ita § - Dec 08, 2006 7:43:34 pm PST #5244 of 10007
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

I know...I know. And it was even an "if it's really no problem" coffee call. Much lameness.


Liese S. - Dec 08, 2006 7:47:03 pm PST #5245 of 10007
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."

Aww. Still, a coffee call is a Good Thing.

In our days of courtship, the SO brought me Sprite and tucked me in a blanket during the Great Strep Incident, and I knew it was luuuv. It had to be, 'cause I smelled awful.


Pix - Dec 08, 2006 8:05:37 pm PST #5246 of 10007
The status is NOT quo.

Someone please talk to me. I'm stuck outside a girls' bathroom chaperoning a 9th/10th grade dance, and Bithces is ded like a ded thread. Pretty please?


P.M. Marc - Dec 08, 2006 8:14:50 pm PST #5247 of 10007
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear

I think Sartre imagined your current position, Kristin.

Ugh.


Pix - Dec 08, 2006 8:18:17 pm PST #5248 of 10007
The status is NOT quo.

Damn you people with your "lives" and "sleeping"!

Have all my Buffistas forsaken me?? It's not even my Jesus year! (Which, btw, I was relieved to find out, because if it had been 31, I'd only have a couple months left of it...which would have been a bummer! I mean, I plan to get my mileage out of my Jesus year.)

Have I mentioned how painfully bored I am?

ETA: Plei!! Oh thank God. I am indeed trapped in an author's nightmare, but I think it's Dante's 9th/10th ring of hell.


Liese S. - Dec 08, 2006 8:22:01 pm PST #5249 of 10007
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."

Hee! When I was that age, I loved school dances with a desperate passion.

But I was a geek, so I never danced with anybody. But I loved to dance! And, O, the dramas.


Vortex - Dec 08, 2006 8:23:19 pm PST #5250 of 10007
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman

I'm here. but i'm going to bed soon. Have you had the classic clearly gay teen dancing awkwardly with his soon to be fag hag?