ita's inadvertantly leaking her own future plans again, I see...
My god...he's gonna do the whole speech.
Buffy ,'Chosen'
Coffee On My Monitor
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Jim - Apr 04, 2003 3:42:11 am PST #3221 of 10000
Ficht nicht mit Der Raketemensch!
Cindy - Apr 04, 2003 3:48:02 am PST #3222 of 10000
Nobody
The thing is, with that sort of plan, she has a real shot.
Kate P. - Apr 04, 2003 5:40:11 am PST #3223 of 10000
That's the pain / That cuts a straight line down through the heart / We call it love
Angus in Umamericans:
Remember the ads where someone would take one bite of a Crunchie and suddenly a film of them doing something fun like rollerskating or disco dancing or windsurfing would be superimposed over the space where their t-shirt was? (The implication being that eating a Crunchie transports you mentally to your early 80s leisure activity of choice.)
amych - Apr 04, 2003 6:14:15 am PST #3224 of 10000
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
PMM in Angel (nonspoilery)
Aww, now I feel all warm and eviscerated.
Jessica - Apr 04, 2003 7:51:46 am PST #3225 of 10000
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
In Angel: (not spoilery -- it's about a typo]
MadrigalEvli sounds like the kind of evil you'd buy at Ikea - like one of those giant death rays that you have to put together yourself at home and then end up with a crystal of polka evisceration left over and having to hold the back end together with duct tape because they didn't give you enough screws.
amyth: "The Evli Ray: in Seafoam, Buttercream and Eggshell--for Spring!"
Am-Chau Yarkona - Apr 04, 2003 9:27:36 am PST #3226 of 10000
I bop to Wittgenstein. -- Nutty
In Bitchy Fic, Deena discovers feedback:
God, you guys are like smoking crack.
Dana:
Welcome to the world of fanfic.
(Very much 'it's funny 'cos it's true'.)
Theodosia - Apr 04, 2003 9:58:58 am PST #3227 of 10000
'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"
From Bitches:
Trudy:
Called agencies and skipped class.
Elena:
And at some point you frolicked in a fountain? Right? And sat in a cafe and drank Italian sodas with your gay best friend? Right? And there was a funny mix-up at the dry cleaners? Right?
Right?
Are you saying that everything television has taught me about life in the big city is a lie?
Jessica - Apr 11, 2003 8:02:55 am PDT #3228 of 10000
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
Teppy, in Bitches:
Can I say it? I want to say it!
There's no place like...
[camera pans to Willow, sitting in the lobby of the Phoenix]
[suddenly we all realize we lost several days]
Noooooo!
meara - Apr 11, 2003 11:37:11 am PDT #3229 of 10000
From PF Natter Thread:
Caroma: I hope we're back up on WX before the new Buffy on Tuesday.
t still trying to navigate around Peoplesforum. FAQ?! Read the FAQ?! I don't need no stinking faq, I've been driving on the Internet for seven years!
t accidentally subscribes to Monster Truck, Gay Iowans, and Curling forums
Yep, I'm just fine.
Theodosia: Watch out for the curlers -- meara only got her cast off today. They may be looking for more victims!
Susan O.: It's a vast Canadian curling conspiracy!
Caroma: Where am I and what the hell am I doing with this broom?
Theodosia: Sweep for your life!!!
Nora Deirdre - Apr 11, 2003 12:24:26 pm PDT #3230 of 10000
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
In Natter. I can't help it, I really did almost choke on my water reading this...
Deborah Grabien: Which is fine. I'd far rather they were kinky, oversexed, and understanding of the Power of Retail Therapy, preferably in Paris.
Tom W: Thanks Deb, way to raise the frelling bar!