Allyson reminds me I did not switch to my usual, Judas-themed tag for Easter this year.
Man, just ascend already.
Willow ,'Chosen'
Coffee On My Monitor
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erikaj - Apr 06, 2007 10:55:14 am PDT #9063 of 10000
Always Anti-fascist!
Scrappy - Apr 08, 2007 7:26:54 am PDT #9064 of 10000
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
Hec on his daughter:
Matilda has inherited her mother's fondness for baby toes, and conveniently Matilda comes equipped with them at the end of her own feet. She's been munching on them all week. If I could get her a basket of chocolate feet I would. When I was taking a bath with her the other day she spotted my big toe and her eyes went wide like a hunter spotting a sixteen point buck.
Pix - Apr 09, 2007 1:28:09 pm PDT #9065 of 10000
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
In Bitches:
Erin:
If I ever got married, I would not elope, because I have gone to too many other weddings. Plus, I would want the fancy dress and underwear. And towels. I want showers, and towels. No strippers. Just fluffy, matching towels.
I really don't want a husband. Just the dress, party....and towels.
-t:
I am now picturing Erin's monogrammed towels "Hers" and "Also Hers" and "There is only Her" and "Who the Fuck do you think this belongs to?"
tommyrot:
I am picturing strippers bringing towels to Erin: "Here you go, ma'am. I can take my clothes off if you like."
And then Erin says, "No, that's OK. Go get some more towels."
Erin:
I never thought about monograms, but at least now y'all know what I want on my towels if I ever would get married.
(He can use all the old towels.)
esse - Apr 10, 2007 1:14:14 pm PDT #9066 of 10000
S to the A -- using they/them pronouns!
aurelia, in b'crazy. funny 'cause it's so, so true.
I don't see how we can concense on not voting without voting on that. It's bureaucracy, but it's our bureaucracy.
DavidS - Apr 10, 2007 6:43:08 pm PDT #9067 of 10000
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
From Bitches:
Daisy: It's also not the sad drinking alone if you are in the bath, primping to go out (or stay in), relaxing after a crap day or watching a sport.
MM: What about staring unseeing at the television?
Daisy: That's between you and the despairing howly voice in your head.
DavidS - Apr 10, 2007 6:51:21 pm PDT #9068 of 10000
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
COMMing the wife is always a dicey proposition but really it seems worthy...
JZ: I still can't believe that two years ago she didn't exist, a year ago there was just a possible person, and now there's a full entire human, all known and mysterious, made out of sex and a handful of cells. Humans are so improbable, really.
Topic!Cindy - Apr 11, 2007 2:24:42 am PDT #9069 of 10000
What is even happening?
Cass: I can hear "Sounds of Silence" blaring through the walls. At 2 a.m.
Neighbors have discovered irony.
Liese S. - Apr 11, 2007 6:49:52 pm PDT #9070 of 10000
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Kat in Natter:
Good plan? Narcotics and Cupcakes.
Bad plan? Narcotics and Cupcakes then trimming one's bangs.
aurelia - Apr 14, 2007 4:28:21 pm PDT #9071 of 10000
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.
ita, talking about her mother:
She has a nasty almost-psychic trait I've grown to hate ever since, the morning after I lost my virginity, she called to ask how I was doing and if any of my friends had done anything special for me the day before.
Topic!Cindy - Apr 15, 2007 3:21:04 am PDT #9072 of 10000
What is even happening?
Matt the Bruins fan: Wow. Captain D's must be seasoning its shrimp with crack. I just woke up out of a dream about participating in a NASCAR-type race. And Halle Berry was an old high school friend (yet still the famous actress in present day) who was flirting with me.
I bet somewhere there's a straight redneck who was just shaken to his core by a dream about making out with Ben Browder at a hockey game.