I like Cindy's wish.
Kaylee: Is that him? Mal: That's the buffet table. Kaylee: Well how can we be sure, unless we question it?
'Shindig'
Spike's Bitches 34: They're All Slime and Antlers
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
sj - Mar 02, 2007 7:18:45 am PST #8365 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
vw bug - Mar 02, 2007 7:18:57 am PST #8366 of 10001
Mostly lurking...
I made it to school. Now to get some lunch, do some reading, and head off to class.
sj - Mar 02, 2007 7:20:16 am PST #8367 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Yay, vw!!!
Ginger - Mar 02, 2007 7:20:48 am PST #8368 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Acceptance~ma to SA. Choose York! It's cool. It has a city wall. It has Yorkminster. It has a Viking museum with smell-o-vision.
Okay, I really want to go back to York.
SailAweigh - Mar 02, 2007 7:21:23 am PST #8369 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
Go, vw! Getting there is most of the battle.
Ginger, that article is just sad. How terrible for the parents and family of those students.
sj - Mar 02, 2007 7:22:25 am PST #8370 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
~ma to SA.
Vortex - Mar 02, 2007 7:23:08 am PST #8371 of 10001
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
Is LJ wonky for everyone, or just me?
sj - Mar 02, 2007 7:24:24 am PST #8372 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
It's wonky for me too, Vortex, especially if I try to leave a comment.
Nora Deirdre - Mar 02, 2007 7:25:07 am PST #8373 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
I'm a little too mellow from my teensy pill, which leads me to believe I jumped the gun in taking it.
JEALOUS. I haven't seen mellow for months. I feel like Marge Simpson sitting on the couch... three feet in front of the couch.
I think I'm going to start smoking pot.
ION, my pharmacy, where I dropped off my prescription yesterday before 1pm, informed me yesterday that I could not pick it up before 2pm TODAY because they suck and had to get the stuff from somewhere else. You'd think that on THIS CAMPUS they'd be WELL stocked in various mental health related drugs. I have a "Staff Appreciation" lunch today off site and have the opportunity to have a nice convenient thing happen, of a ride directly to the train station, and to get home early (right after lunch). In the pouring rain, this is a very nice option indeed.
So... on one hand, drugs, on the other, soggy schlepping on the horrible T and back to the train station.
I think I'm going to skip the drugs until Monday. I think I will completely lose my shit out in the pouring rain, feeling paranoid and persecuted. I can really work myself up feeling sorry for my own dumb fucking ass.
Nora Deirdre - Mar 02, 2007 7:27:02 am PST #8374 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
I can really work myself up feeling sorry for my own dumb fucking ass.
er. case in point I guess.