amych:
Third-grade book report on Moby Dick, here. I actually made it through. I did not come up with a damned thing sensible to say about it. But, learned things about blubber flensing and tribal tattoos that have served me ever since.
Can't even shout, Can't even cry. The Gentlemen are coming by. Looking in windows, knocking on doors. They need to take seven, and they might take yours. Can't call to mom, can't say a word. You're gonna die screaming but you won't be heard.
Dream Girl ,'Bring On The Night'
Coffee On My Monitor
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Theodosia - Apr 18, 2005 5:25:39 pm PDT #7563 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"
Daisy Jane - Apr 18, 2005 8:29:13 pm PDT #7564 of 10000
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Erin: Done with student teaching and classes, as of this evening.
Vodka, has been consumed, I am warning you. Typing at this point is careful, and deliberate.
Am currently consimed with drunken wondering about my hookerdom, and sad contemplation at wondering if it is bad that I am sad that I am not being a bigger hooker tonight.
Maybe I shouuld have more vodka, and some perspective...
No. Vodka is a sad second to active hookerificism,, I have decided.
Sad now.
Emily:Hookerif... I'm gonna need some explicification, Erin. And maybe some gin. Ooh, gin! Let's get drunk and be the future of education together!
Topic!Cindy - Apr 19, 2005 4:03:09 am PDT #7565 of 10000
What is even happening?
Betsy: I think in semicolons and italics. It's bad.
deb: So do I; and it is not bad!
brenda m - Apr 19, 2005 4:04:41 am PDT #7566 of 10000
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
Toddson in F2F: The classic Buffista/Bitch conversation - Spike, corsets, babies, then lists.
Fred Pete - Apr 19, 2005 4:12:31 am PDT #7567 of 10000
Ann, that's a ferret.
Arbiters of good taste, in Bitches:
Eddie: Hi Perkins, I'm with you in the insomnia boat. Are they watching porn at least?
Perkins: No. The news. What's up with that?
Eddie: That's just sick.
Strix - Apr 19, 2005 7:58:04 am PDT #7568 of 10000
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
Topic!Cindy, In Natter:
A woman I worked with went to a Catholic college (or boarding prep school--I disremember). There was apparently a cemetery for the nuns, on the grounds. She saw one headstone with the name Mary Circumcision. Bet that one didn't pick her own name.
Topic!Cindy - Apr 19, 2005 8:03:13 am PDT #7569 of 10000
What is even happening?
(erin, thank you! Can you or a stompy correct my spelling to "cemetery"--please)
Kate P. - Apr 19, 2005 9:04:56 am PDT #7570 of 10000
That's the pain / That cuts a straight line down through the heart / We call it love
Heather: We had a few atheists in our church, probably some pagans- though I'm not sure they were in the strictest sense (if there's such a thing as orthodox paganism).
Gudanov: I think there was a website, apparently it involves really bad webpage design.
Jessica: Modern paganism is like fanfic. The answer is always yes.
Lyra Jane - Apr 19, 2005 9:11:43 am PDT #7571 of 10000
Up with the sun
Steph L., in Natter:
From another board:
I heard the reason the Nigerian Cardinal wasn't elected is because the other Cardinals were still angry at him about those Nigerian e-mail scams.
Ginger - Apr 19, 2005 9:25:30 am PDT #7572 of 10000
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
erika on papal succession:
I meant, should he reach an end within the next few years that the next guy be more vital and less frightening. Not that he should take a long walk off a short dais.