Happy New Year everyone!!! 2007 is...The Year of Pork, whatever that means.
So sad about Gus.
Fred: It's the pictures in my mind that are getting me. It's like being stuck in a really bad movie with those Clockwork Orange clampy things on my eyeballs. Wesley: Why imagine? Reality's disturbing enough.
'Shells'
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.
Sue - Jan 01, 2007 5:04:12 am PST #9001 of 10007
hip deep in pie
Kat - Jan 01, 2007 5:06:21 am PST #9002 of 10007
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
Sue, it means everyone should have sausage this morning.
Zenkitty - Jan 01, 2007 5:07:21 am PST #9003 of 10007
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
The Year of Pork? How ironic, considering this is the year I'm giving up bacon. Wah.
Ailleann - Jan 01, 2007 5:08:02 am PST #9004 of 10007
vanguard of the socialist Hollywood liberal homosexualist agenda
My first act of 2007 was dealing with overdramatic friends and getting a poor night's sleep. My first positive act was catching up in Bitches.
I'm thinking brekkie will be next. Or turning on the television and waking everyone else up because they all made me cranky yesterday.
Matt the Bruins fan - Jan 01, 2007 5:10:28 am PST #9005 of 10007
"I remember when they eventually introduced that drug kingpin who murdered people and smuggled drugs inside snakes and I was like 'Finally. A normal person.'” —RahvinDragand
My New Year's Resolution should be to go to Italy and find wherever they bottle Goldschläger so I can stop them from inflicting this much pain on anyone else.
The stuff is only 87 proof, but apparently the gold flakes slice little perforations in your esophagus so the alcohol can enter your bloodstream directly without being diluted or delayed by the digestive process.
tommyrot - Jan 01, 2007 5:13:03 am PST #9006 of 10007
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
The stuff is only 87 proof, but apparently the gold flakes slice little perforations in your esophagus so the alcohol can enter your bloodstream directly without being diluted or delayed by the digestive process.
Well, alcohol does enter your bloodstream through the stomach walls, bypassing the rest of the gut.
Matt, to make yourself feel better, just walk around saying, "I am a golden god!" (a line from Almost Famous)
Jesse - Jan 01, 2007 5:22:02 am PST #9007 of 10007
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
My New Year's Resolution should be to go to Italy and find wherever they bottle Goldschläger so I can stop them from inflicting this much pain on anyone else.
Heh. Matt, I'm pretty sure the Goldschlager was the least of your problems.
Year of Pork! I love that! I'm considering going to the grocery store for hotdogs and crescent rolls, but we'll see if I make it that far.
Theodosia - Jan 01, 2007 5:22:07 am PST #9008 of 10007
'we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn't end any time soon"
Is it so much to ask to be able to connect my Bluetooth-enabled Palm Pilot to my B-e iBook? Apparently, 2007 will be a bitch cookie.
Kat - Jan 01, 2007 5:22:35 am PST #9009 of 10007
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
Last night I made black-eyed peas in the crockpot. Should I take it as a bad omen that they were slightly burnt this morning?
And who BURNS STUFF in a crockpot?
Zenkitty - Jan 01, 2007 5:24:35 am PST #9010 of 10007
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
I just bought a crockpot, so I'm pretty sure that, given my history with cooking, soon I'll be burning something in it.