ita:
Cloning my consciousness is so off if either of us needs to have a goatee.
Riley: Oh, yeah. Sorry 'bout last time. Heard I missed out on some fun. Xander: Oh yeah, fun was had. Also frolic, merriment and near-death hijinks.
'Never Leave Me'
Coffee On My Monitor
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bon bon - May 25, 2005 4:26:56 pm PDT #7685 of 10000
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.
Jesse - May 26, 2005 6:50:02 am PDT #7686 of 10000
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
msbelle, in natter:
cxoulcx type fasterb and betterr if my fists weren't angri;lyn being shak3esm aT sophia's workplsace. jackholes!
msbelle - May 26, 2005 9:19:48 am PDT #7687 of 10000
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
Back atcha - Jesse in Natter, of course
I'm very fancy, breaking the law.
msbelle - May 26, 2005 9:21:15 am PDT #7688 of 10000
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
le nubian
if someone asked me for porn, I swear I would give them pictures of furniture in Pottery Barn. Or Williams Sonoma shit.
ita
Oh, that's so funny! I need to make a folder called PORN on my PDA with those three categories of pictures.
Then, they'll find it in my personal effects after my death, and my mother will cry a lot.
Calli - May 26, 2005 10:31:50 am PDT #7689 of 10000
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
From over in the fanfic thread:
askye: A couple months ago she had a "rod iron" head board for sale and then later a "Chip and Dale" table with chairs.
Calli: Awwww. Chipmunk-themed furniture. Too cute.
amych: You say that now. But then it starts singing.
Una - May 26, 2005 3:52:40 pm PDT #7690 of 10000
when i die, please bake my ashes into a brick and use me to hit fascists.
From LOST; it made *me* giggle, anyway:
AnthonyDe: Black smoke=plane fuel
aurelia: I thought black smoke=no pope.
Atropa - May 27, 2005 10:50:03 am PDT #7691 of 10000
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
-t in Bitches:
Nora and Cindy get all my sympathy. It's good stuff, too, all lavender scented and fluffy, not the hard, flat sympathy you get at Walmart.
Betsy HP - May 27, 2005 4:59:34 pm PDT #7692 of 10000
If I only had a brain...
ita:
Boys are scary. The things that a guy has to do to convince me he likes me would have us married in some states. Or he could just say something. But why would he? Girls are scary.
I've had nice comic book guys, but no attractive ones, I don't think. And the nice ones aren't the ones that stand out. Repeat-o-music guy does, as does the one who pulled my phone number from the files and called me at home, all casual-like. Girls didn't scare him, it seems, not even his wife.
Steph L. - May 27, 2005 5:23:07 pm PDT #7693 of 10000
I look more rad than Lutheranism
I'd like to point out the succession of posts that make this Just Another Exciting Night in Natter....
msbelle: clothing update - 3 things deemed too small. I thought about being sad, but honestly 2 of them were always too small and the third is something I got 7 years ago at Target. I think 7 years was more wear than I probably deserved out of it.
DXMachina: We're getting our first real thunderstorm of the year.
Jesse: Two words: YAY PUDDING.
Pix - May 28, 2005 7:54:36 am PDT #7694 of 10000
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
in Bitches:
Erin:
It's 4:30 in the morning here, and I am MAKING TEA.
Because BOYS SUCK.
I shaved my legs. They are moisturized. I have cute panties on. I smell like Chanel. I had 5 condoms and a pair of handcuffs in my purse. I drank champagne, and left a cutely provocative voice mail at 10:30. I left a VM at 1:45 that said "Call me. I want to do nasty, unspeakable --possibly illegal -- things to you" in dulcet, purring tones.
He didn't call.
Didn't call! WTF?! It's so wrong. I am very very irritated. I ate a boiled egg in anger. I took my Italian heels off in a huff. I ripped of my cute jeans in a frank rage. I read a whole book in bed, and I AM STILL PISSED.
I am cute. I have great tits. I am fucking good in bed, and HE CALLED ME, dammit, and made tentative plans, and then left me dangling on the precipice of I-wanna-fuck and couldn't even call to say...whatever. I'm too drunk, my cat clawed my dick, my grandma died, WHATEV.
It's HARD to sustain a state of pissed off sexual frustration for 4 hours, but I have done it.
GRRRRRRRRRRR.