Same shit, different day, Corwood. You feel me? When's highhat coming out?
Soon, soon.
And now my boy's in love. All hearts and flowers. But, doesn't it freak you out that she used to change your diapers? I mean, when you think about it, the first woman you boned is the closest thing you've ever had to a mother. Doing your mom and trying to kill your dad. Hm. There should be a play.
Angelus ,'Damage'
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.
Hayden - Feb 06, 2007 3:04:16 pm PST #8604 of 10001
aka "The artist formerly known as Corwood Industries."
Daisy Jane - Feb 06, 2007 3:08:04 pm PST #8605 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
The minutes are just clinging to that little hand aren't they?
Lee - Feb 06, 2007 3:09:17 pm PST #8606 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
The minutes are just clinging to that little hand aren't they?
With superglue on their grubby little fingers, too.
Consuela - Feb 06, 2007 3:13:40 pm PST #8607 of 10001
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix
OMG yes.
Be 5:30 already!
Yes, I'm posting from the new workplace, such a bad employee. But hey, I passed on learning how to get around the webfiltering so I could get to gmail and google chat, so I figure I've got karma to burn.
Also, second day of new job doesn't seem like a good time to learn how to buck the system. Give me at least a couple of weeks to get bitter.
Speaking of bitter (okay, not), I have a lovely view of San Francisco and Mount Tamalpais from my cubicle window. It's just about enough to make up for not having a door or an office anymore.
Jesse - Feb 06, 2007 3:13:52 pm PST #8608 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Kick it!
Connie Neil - Feb 06, 2007 3:14:43 pm PST #8609 of 10001
brillig
Tomorrow is Wednesday. Bones day. Halfway through the week day. Halfway to another pay day.
Tonight is Tuesday night. House night.
It shall work out in the end. And then I can sleep.
And I'm doing the late-night Sunday night and I've just discovered that my work computer can run the Bones episodes on Fox, so I've got my viewing all laid out.
Daisy Jane - Feb 06, 2007 3:16:23 pm PST #8610 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
I have until 7:30. Debating whether to get a drink or go straight home. On the one hand, exhausted, feeling not so pretty and could do stuff at the house. On the other hand, scotch, it's been a long day, and hug from Mr. Jane.
Where's -t?
-t - Feb 06, 2007 3:16:32 pm PST #8611 of 10001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
Ooh, yay view, too bad about the door.
Move along, day, no loitering.
Eta: Eep! Sorry, Daisy Jane , I don't make the decisions, I just validate.
I'll make an exception for you if you really want - scotch and a hug. And you're always pretty, so don't even worry about that.
Daisy Jane - Feb 06, 2007 3:17:45 pm PST #8612 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Tonight is Veronica Mars night, but tomorrow, yes tomorrow is Friday Night Lights. (Can't bring myself to type Friday Night Lights night)
§ ita § - Feb 06, 2007 3:43:09 pm PST #8613 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Tonight is level 4/5 and advanced fight and instructor ground, which I'm missing right now. Feels like I have wet sand swishing around in my head.
But I'll go anyway, as soon as I find my shoes. Take a pill and stand around--SOP.
That Cafepress initiative prompted me to get off my ass and finish designing something that occurred to me randomly over ten years ago. And I put it up on CafePress to boot.
Okay, to grab a Red Bull and go to the centre.