In Bitches:

StephL

We're supposed to do our gift exchange this afternoon, but a bunch of the higher-ups got into a conference call, so we have to wait for them to be done. Since I didn't know that, I put my Santa hat on, and I'm not taking it off, because my hair will be fucked up. So I'm sitting here wearing a Santa hat, and I just got into a fight with Chatty about why a book printer sending us a template is a fucking retarded thing to do.

I can't win a fight when I have a Santa hat on and the white fuzzy ball at the end is swinging back and forth with every emphatic head shake I make.

It's tough out there for a Santa.

No context, because Corwood's idea in Movies needs no context:

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Daisy Jane, Natter:

Someone who needs the newest shit all the time and has an apartment in Plano is not a damned stoic.

In Bitches:

Hil R. My mother is filling out an eharmony profile for me. I told her to stop. She says it's fun. She keeps asking me things like "Are you quarrelsome?" (She started laughing at "Do you have unique ways of expressing yourself?" I'd started answering "42" to all her questions at that point.)

In Bitches

Ginger I have brought the dog with me and he apparently has the same love-hate relationship with my sister that I do. Sunday he madly humped her arm. Monday he bit her.

Cashmere, in Natter:

Owen's naked, playing a bongo drum. He's like a wee, Matthew McConaughey without the weed or the receding hairline.

Gud, in Natter:

Leif will run around naked and then get mad at anyone who sees his "privates". He's like a photon trying to not reveal its particle nature but traveling right into a detector.

JZ then -t in Bitches:

Matilda tantrums happen thusly: Her knees buckle, she swoons, she puts her forehead to the floor, and then she weeps forlornly. It's really kind of funny. Or possibly I am callous and strange.

That's exactly how I like to throw tantrums! The forehead on the floor is very soothing.

I only do this when I am at home by myself because of societal pressure against throwing tantrums, but I totally get where Matilda is coming from.

Heh. JZ in Movies:

It's possible that the mere existence of Robin Williams and Jim Carrey are setting my acceptable-movie-star bar too low; practically anything with a white male lead between 30 and 60 could have been cast with either one of them, and all the ones that aren't feel like perilous narrow escapes.

In Bitches:

vw bug: Maybe he'll try to explain football to me. Maybe he'll give up like he usually does.

Cass: It's nice to have traditions.