Painting looks cool, brenda. I want that clock, too. Badly, in fact. Apparently there will be a "Madame" version, so I think I'll wait. It is pretty awesome, though.
'Serenity'
Natter Five-O: Book 'Em, Danno.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Ow. Ten minutes in an ice bath (32 pounds of it) and I hope it's worth it. I'm totally not warming up the way I usually do--normally I come out on fire. I'm still cold. I'm gonna have to bundle.
There's this krav shirt that says "Don't be afraid to hit on guys" and shows this woman elbowing a guy in the face. One of today's students wants a parallel one saying "Don't be afraid to pick up guys" with me hoisting him (195lbs) on one arm and holding a kettlebell in the other. He's very determined.
God. Cold. More clothes.
need that clock
Oh, my god. Can someone find me a readymade pre-installed boyfriend? We need to have been going out a couple years, and right now he's just going to be sweet and lie down with me while I feel terribly sorry for myself about things I got myself into.
Can someone find me a readymade pre-installed boyfriend?
ita, that's a rhetorical question, right?
I do know a sweet little guy who'll gladly give you hugs and lie down with you for a while, but he's a bit young, even for your tastes.
Oh, and am I the only one who saw that shiny car and wanted to scream NOOOOOO!!! I hope they don't let it out onto the streets. I never want to be behind it during afternoon sunlight. It hurts my eyes just imagining it.
That was my thought exactly Burrell. Thankfully, nearly all the comments to the blogpost concurred. I think we can rest assured given the lack of concept-to-the-road progression those demonstration vehicles tend to enjoy.
Sort of like that notorious Jean Paul Gautier dress with the rearview mirrors attached (which I can't seem to find in google images)...never seem to see the haute on the street.
that's a rhetorical question, right?
Not unless you have some familiar cuddles to hand. Then it's a practical one.
Cuddling with Iz would probably help. I'm so freaking wired. Exhausted, drugged, but wired. My back is like sheet metal with pain receptors. And my brain is rice pudding. With raisins.
Always with the raisins.
I was embarassingly bad at the reading thing. Shaking hands, shaking voice, terrible breathing.
I need to practice more. I don't know how to go about doing that.
Trying to sneak under the board's timezone: happy birthday, tommyrot!
(Sorry for missing it on my timezone - I didn't have any computer access all day yesterday)
[Edit: oh, foiled by the ending of daylight saving time, or somesuch? Sigh.]
NILLY!!!!
How are you?