hanging head in shame because I didn't see the spoilyness

Sorry, I will be more careful.

Jesse: What really fascinates me is that there are actual preppies still in the wild. I mean, plaid pants and whales and the whole nine yards, unironically worn by actual rich people.

Holli: We have some genuine preps at my school, too-- I mean, above and beyond the fratboys in khakis. I have a class with a girl whose entire wardrobe seems to be made up of mint green and pink, and she always has a ribbon in her hair. Unironically.

tommyrot: It would be sad to be an unironic hair ribbon.

The Empress sums it up, in Bitches:

When "I still don't have TB" is the good part of your day, you should get a new day.

My sinuses have never been cleaner, thanks to the Diet Coke lavage that ita induced in the RotK thread:

Viggo no-ego-speaks-three-languages-LOVES-his-horses-

carries-his-sword-in-public-is-adored-by-all-unites-nations-

brilliant-photographer-singer-poet-painter Mortensen?

Completely unrelaxing. He makes me tense, and after more than a few minutes of interview I start inching back in my seat.

He's Viggo Sue, and that's creepy.

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In Spoilers:

Amych: Is that like lurkers supporting you in email?

Xanderella: Maybe in some microcosmic sense. The lurkers are much more vociferous in their support. They frigging love me. I had to set up a separate account, just for all the lurker support that comes to me every minute of every day.

It's true. They'd tell you too, but they're too busy lurking and emailing me.

tommyrot: Last night I had a dream about a giant subway station / cafeteria in San Francisco. You'd pay your fare, take many flights of stairs down, eat in the cafeteria, and then get on the train. The cafeteria clerks laughed at me because I accidentally took an entire ham.

Why can't I have dreams about sex like a normal person?

Calli: Accidentally? I'm trying to picture this.

tommyrot: Well I sat down and looked at my plate and there it was. So I was like, "That's what they were laughing at." Someone sitting next to me felt pitty on my - he threw most of the ham on the floor so I'd have a normal portion left.

Ginger:

I took two years of Latin to avoid Home Ec, the only other elective available to me in eighth and ninth grade. It was either Omnia gallia est in tres partes or peanut butter cookies. I have found Latin to be quite useful over the years in writing, although I probably would have paid more attention if I thought I'd be able to conjure with it.

Catching up in Natter:

Aimee:

ORANGE IS THE NEW PINK.

Steph L.:

No, massive homosexual orgasms are the new pink.

(Psst, Dana....that was me.)

Heh. That would have been the second guess after msbelle. Editing.