Plei, in Bitches:
My brain is partly cloudy, chance of thinking.
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Plei, in Bitches:
My brain is partly cloudy, chance of thinking.
Catching up in Natter. I hope it hasn't been posted before:
DXMachina
Aren't female pilots eligible for combat these days?
Phill
Only the sexy ones that have gone wild.
Trudy, in Bitches
Someone needs to explain "Death Cab for Cutie" so I stop picturing the pope mobile.
Erika in Bitches on the mouthwatering food:
OMG, that would be the third nicest thing I could put in my mouth. Second, Deb cookies... And the first asked me not to say that, anymore.
tina f: Sometimes I forget that forks exist. I use tortillas eat just about everything. Except toast.
Matt the Bruins fan:
Belluci strikes me as one of those women who's charming because she's foreign and exotic, but the same attitude and behavior from an American character would inspire loathing on sight from me.
Raquel in Movies:
Pope's Own Combat Whore is a fairly cool career choice, which at the very least offers excellent clothes.
Raquel (who is clearly batting a thousand tonight) :
*sigh*
Family. My DH's great aunt, whom he didn't even know he had, just called. Apparently his mother gave out our number. DH is currently making nice political noises and holding his head in his hands. He just passed me a note: "Many Bothans died to bring us this geneology."
The lovable Trudy in Bitches:
Whomever edited that interview couldn't decide on a single spelling of "Sarah". I expect to see one with a silent Q soon.
Raquel adds to Natter about Trinitarian heresies:
And to this we can add the third, called the Raqueline heresy. It goes something like this:
Wee baby monster Raquel is sitting in episcopalian pre-school. The teacher pulls out a plastic, anatomically accurate heart (which Raquel thinks is pretty cool) and then opens it in half (even cooler!) to show the atria and ventricles. She points to the right atrium and says "God lives here," points to the left atrium and says "Jesus lives here," and points to both ventricles and says "and the Holy Ghost lives here."
Raq's hand shoots up. "Yes?" says the teacher. "Then where does your *blood* go?" Two seconds later, I'm standing in the hall, and five minutes later my mom is picking me up.
The Raqueline heresy is thus to not suffer fools gladly, and to want a little mystery in my mysteries, thankyouverymuch.