Gus, so very glad to be back, and Plei, not putting too fine a point on it, in Natter...

Gus:

Wow! All these exclamation points! I am fine. Still typing with two fingers and missing my Buffistas like a nymphomanic on a deserted isle misses men. Or women.

Mammals, even.

P.M. Marcontell:

But not, I trust, monkeys.

In Bitches, on one of the joys of womanhood:

Susan W.:

(Though, actually I have a theory that shopping demons adjust the inventory for maximum shopper frustration, especially with things that have to fit just so and have a huge impact on your comfort like shoes and bras. So it wouldn't surprise me if Jilli and I went shopping at the same Nordstrom's half an hour apart and saw a completely different inventory. And if we went shopping together, looking for opposite things, it'd create a tear in the space-time continuum.)

Jill VoiceOfReason:

Oh, I've suspected this for years. The only part of Nordstrom I can ever find anything is the cosmetic department, because it's impossible for them to move the MAC counter and not leave a trail of false eyelashes.

In NATTER 16: RIO'S MAKE-OUT DEN

Kristen:

In other news, I'm bored. And I can't figure out who's who on General Hospital.

Heather:

I think they're all vampires now, or they have cancer, or something.

Kristen:

Well, at least it seems they've put the 'hospital' back in General Hosptial. I think 80% of what I've seen so far has people on gurneys.

Heather:

Are they there because of "barbecue fork incidents", to be known as BFIs, or the cancer?

Kristen:

I can't tell yet. They all seem to be illnesses that dare not speak their names. But I think one of victims/patients was healed by a kiss. And not even a real kiss. Like, a kiss from a dream.

Talk about the power of positive thinking.

Say...if I dream tonight about JC showing up to take me away from this drab life of 24-customer-service, will I wake up in the morning to discover I'm married to millionaire and I can chuck this motherfucking cell phone in the Pacific?

Heather:

Depends. Do one or both of you hail from Port Charles, Llandview, Pine Valley, Salem, Oakdale, Genoa City, or Springfield? Do either of you have an evil twin? A brain disease? Been kidnapped? To your evil father's underground city?

If not then I'd say the chances are slim.

Thank you, Cindy, if you didn't COMM it, I'd have had to. (It's the all-new Heather & Kristen Show for the 2003 season....)

Not that the subject itself is funny, but this sequence of posts made me snorfle.

Sean K:

RIP, Johnny Cash.

t weeps

tina f.:

RIP, Johnny Cash.

lights candle

Gandalfe:

RIP, Johnny Cash.

Shoots a man in Reno just to watch him die.

Later in the same post Dana mentions:

Gandalfe:

<Edit> No men in Reno were harmed in the writing of this post.

RIO - in Beep Me:

I need a MASSIVE INFUSION of jobma svp. One of the hiring-type people from the place I want to work called me last night and said they want to talk to me AGAIN, TODAY, at 4:00. I don't know what they want to talk to me about. I guess they have some question about me? Or they just want to look at me again because I'm so pretty? Or perhaps they need to know about my makeout techniques. Or maybe they want me to be there at 4:20 so we can all toke up! They want to know if I am a "square."

I DO NOT KNOW. All I know is I'm supernervous and would really appreciate any vibes/voodoo spells/magick kabbalah hoohaw sent toward getting me this job.

Nutty, in RIO'S MAKEOUT DEN

Okay, so my story isn't "I tried and failed" but more along the lines of "I am wreaking havoc, and whoops."

Shawn asks ita delivers in Natter

shawn

I need help keeping a wake-up schedule. Maybe a dawn simulator.

ita

Can I try?

GETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUT!!!!!!!!

Cindy in Angel, about Lilah:

Maybe she has to walk around with a book on her head to ensure she holds good posture. Oh, no, she just has to walk around with her head on to do that.