(Hec, I edited in two additional lines after "there's really nowhere to put it." But they're not terribly important.)
Buffy: How was school today? Dawn: The usual. A big square building filled with boredom and despair.
Buffy: Just how I remember it.
'The Killer In Me'
Coffee On My Monitor
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Hil R. - Apr 18, 2003 11:32:30 am PDT #3320 of 10000
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
DavidS - Apr 18, 2003 11:45:50 am PDT #3321 of 10000
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
(Hec, I edited in two additional lines after "there's really nowhere to put it." But they're not terribly important.)
Duly edited.
Am-Chau Yarkona - Apr 18, 2003 1:18:25 pm PDT #3322 of 10000
I bop to Wittgenstein. -- Nutty
Oh, Eris above. I think I broke something laughing at that, Hil.
Jessica - Apr 18, 2003 8:13:16 pm PDT #3323 of 10000
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
Scrappy and Steph's Surgical Scar Smackdown:
Scrappy:Teppy, I have a 9-inch scar on my abdomen from an emergency splenectomy when was 12. Not to brag, but just wanted to make VERY clear that mine is bigger than yours. (sticks out tongue tauntingly) We can compare them at the F2F!
Steph: Mine *could* be 10 inches; we didn't pull out a ruler. I'll have my friend take a picture.
Scrappy: Scar smackdown, baby!
Steph: Oh, bring it! I ain't afraid of your spleen scar, you spleenless wonder!
Scrappy: At least my scar is on the front where it is visible to everyone. Not hidden around in back like I was ASHAMED of it or something.
Steph: No, mine is on my back so you can see it when you KISS MY ASS...
victor infante - Apr 18, 2003 9:19:49 pm PDT #3324 of 10000
To understand what happened at the diner, we shall use Mr. Papaya! This is upsetting because he's the friendliest of fruits.
Ita, context free in bureaucracy!
Our toys! Ours! Ours! Ours!
Whoa. Head rush.
Java cat - Apr 18, 2003 9:48:03 pm PDT #3325 of 10000
Not javachik
Natter 11:
Connie Neil: Five foot two, eyes of blue ...
Lord, I got sick of hearing that song.
erikj: I want a song like that. And probably a crossbow, too, actually.
Nutty: Imagine if you were named Susan. (Or my real name, which is not Susan, but same diff.) Lazy Susan! Lazy Susan!
I knew there was a reason I had a nickname (the most annoyingly common one in my school) till I was 18.
Deborah Grabien:
Lazy Susan! Lazy Susan!
My little issue was that once I got to America? Everyone wanted to call me "Debbie."
Do I LOOK like a "Debbie"? Debbie is cute. She is perky. She has dimples and turns the world on with her smile, or some junk.
Debbie does not now, nor has she ever, looked a bust of Beethoven in a bad mood, come to life. Debbie doesn't scare other peoples' children with her roman nose.
Debbie. Nothing against it, for those it suits. But were they nuts?
msbelle - Apr 18, 2003 9:50:29 pm PDT #3326 of 10000
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
Gus in Natter:
One of the drama students and I made a trip to the lav at the same time and were talking about the Scottish Play along the way.
Some combination of this and ethanol led to two fellows standing side by side at urinals, bellowing ...
Is this a dagger which I see before me,
The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee.
I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
To feeling as to sight? or art thou but
A dagger of the mind, a false creation,
Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
I see thee yet, in form as palpable
As this which now I draw.
... which drew some odd looks.
P.M. Marc - Apr 19, 2003 12:53:00 am PDT #3327 of 10000
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
Perkins in Bitches:
My across the way neighbor just grinned and waved at me through the window, which kind of freaked me out, until I realized that I was wearing my tiara, drinking wine out of a martini glass, and playing fetch with the cat.
Now I'm just worried he thinks I'm insane.
esse - Apr 19, 2003 8:11:47 pm PDT #3328 of 10000
S to the A -- using they/them pronouns!
And I gladly contributed to the madness.
t natter
Perkins, are there pictures yet?
t /natter
DXMachina - Apr 19, 2003 9:05:27 pm PDT #3329 of 10000
You always do this. We get tipsy, and you take advantage of my love of the scientific method.
Plei, w/o context in F2F:
I am Frankenpeep.