Lee, did you get my text message?
Harmony: Somebody remembered to pick me up the sweetest unicorn. Guess someone was feeling guilty for standing me up in tenth grade. Brad: What? Had to get her something. She sired me. Peaches: Sire-whipped.
'Beneath You'
The Crying of Natter 49
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.
§ ita § - Jan 16, 2007 3:28:23 pm PST #3395 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Topic!Cindy - Jan 16, 2007 3:30:55 pm PST #3396 of 10001
What is even happening?
I have a Girl Scout Cookie dealer in my own personal house, in my own personal family, who sprung from my own personal loins. Did you produce your own Girl Scout? If not, don't talk to me (or my BFF, Jenna, who is not an axe murderer, because she's too pretty and cool to be an axe murderer) about BFFs.
I do sometimes hate the "friend from the internet" thing -- sometimes it just seems so unlikely. Like with erinaceous or someone, when I'm talking to Other People.
I have a friend, L, at church who's flown his geek flag high enough for me to spot, before, and I knew he got into Firefly after he saw Serenity. He, the Assistant Pastor and I were talking after a meeting last week. I found out the AP watches BSG (in fact, he followed me home, and borrowed my S2 DVDs), and I found out the friend watches Eureka.
When I told him an online friend was good friends with Colin, I think he had to stop his eyes from rolling. Oh, to have a killer pinkie of my own.
Jesse - Jan 16, 2007 3:31:15 pm PST #3397 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Why isn't today over yet?
Bad planning?
§ ita § - Jan 16, 2007 3:31:35 pm PST #3398 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
But! But! Colin posts here!
Cashmere - Jan 16, 2007 3:31:59 pm PST #3399 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.
Dammit. It's going to be years before Liv starts selling the cookies. I need to find a source. Or hit a store-side stand.
I gots to have my thin mints.
Lee - Jan 16, 2007 3:32:07 pm PST #3400 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Lee, did you get my text message?
Errr. Dunno. My cell phone is at home. (my office is in a cell phone dead zone).
Jessica - Jan 16, 2007 3:32:30 pm PST #3401 of 10001
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
Paging Billytea! (Who is probably already aware of these people.)
EDGE - an organization devoted to the preservation of freaky looking animals, including the long-beaked echidna.
§ ita § - Jan 16, 2007 3:37:24 pm PST #3402 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I used to work in a dead zone myself. They are odd. You got coverage pretty much as soon as you walked outside any of the buildings on campus, but most providers couldn't get in the door. Always took the phone to work, though, because I'm a commute-chatter.
Basically, it was to say that the humidifier arrived, and how'd'you want your money?
Lee - Jan 16, 2007 3:40:18 pm PST #3403 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I usually bring mine, but I didn't today.
how'd'you want your money?
Blue mountain coffee and Mini apple pies?
Ailleann - Jan 16, 2007 3:40:23 pm PST #3404 of 10001
vanguard of the socialist Hollywood liberal homosexualist agenda
I gots to have my thin mints.
You want I should talk to my people? (And by people, I mean add to my already ridiculous order at work? (What? I'm putting some in the freezer!))