Oh, happy birthday Raq!
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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.
Even if you were famous, what possible reason would you have for standing on a subway platform, facing opposite the subway while reading the paper, but not leaving or entering the only train that goes through that stop? Because that's what Michael Imperioli was doing just now, and I really can't figure it out. Is he hiding from something?
I have, on occasion, waited on the platform for a friend, and wondered if other people were wondering why I wasn't getting on the damn train. Now I know they were.
Maybe Christopher pissed off the wrong person.
You can hurry up fingernail polish drying by dipping the nails (foot or hand) into cold water. The polish isn't water-soluable so it doesn't wash away, and there seems to be some kind of chemical reaction that make it set in a hurry -- the temperature difference? Outgasing? Anyway, it works.
Is it just me, or does this look disturbingly anatomical?
Ha! Fruit keeps you regular, you know.
Heh. And by y'all, we'll just say "my DH." On account of I don't run unless I'm being chased by a very large, hungry predator. I am joining a gym but I walk, ride stationary bikes and do the elliptical trainers, etc. Never run.
I almost wrote it that way, I thought I remembered you not-running, but it would have made my brain work too hard at composing. Anyway, I use my Nike+Nano for walking, and the geeky-coolness of having my workout records (in speed vs time graphical form) all kept for me is the only reason I haven't switched over to the incredibly cute shuffles. I don't make the use of playlists that would otherwise justify the bigger iPod. If I ever get my bike tuned up and onto the trail again, I'm totally rewarding myself with a shuffle.
I'm usually a misanthropic shut-in, but I have movie+dinner+theater plans for tomorrow! It's almost a social life. Except that I'm going out with the ex and another couple, and I'm really subbing (stop that; I can hear you thinking) for my ex's boyfriend who couldn't go. Still. Human contact!
I don't know what to wear. Nice restaurant, so not jeans/sneakers, but tromping around NYC with three guys who walk really fast, and I'm supposed to wear nice shoes?
Happy Birthdays, Kathy and Raq!
Nice restaurant, so not jeans/sneakers, but tromping around NYC with three guys who walk really fast, and I'm supposed to wear nice shoes?
Slacks and sneakers, carry the nice shoes in your purse.