I don't want to pack any more. I don't, I don't, I don't!
I've been here since early February and I still have boxes to unpack. Maybe we could trade chores.
I hope you don't think that I just come over for the spells and everything. I mean, I really like just talking and hanging out with you and stuff.
Willow ,'First Date'
Spike's Bitches 35: We Got a History
[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.
Sparky1 - Apr 25, 2007 7:28:45 am PDT #6706 of 10003
Librarian Warlord
Aims - Apr 25, 2007 7:28:52 am PDT #6707 of 10003
Shit's all sorts of different now.
The thing is, there really isn't that much to pack. I'm just so tired and tired and unmotivated today.
Polter-Cow - Apr 25, 2007 7:29:09 am PDT #6708 of 10003
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!
However, the doctor forgot to take a picture at the first surgery and now doesn't know where the cancer is. My sister and BiL are supposed to "watch the area."
Wow. That's...not cool.
Aims - Apr 25, 2007 7:29:14 am PDT #6709 of 10003
Shit's all sorts of different now.
I've been here since early February and I still have boxes to unpack. Maybe we could trade chores.
Done!
juliana - Apr 25, 2007 7:32:27 am PDT #6710 of 10003
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
However, the doctor forgot to take a picture at the first surgery and now doesn't know where the cancer is.
DUDE. Seriously? There needs to be a few Discussions with the hospital.
Aims - Apr 25, 2007 7:32:55 am PDT #6711 of 10003
Shit's all sorts of different now.
However, the doctor forgot to take a picture at the first surgery and now doesn't know where the cancer is.
WTFF??
Daisy Jane - Apr 25, 2007 7:36:15 am PDT #6712 of 10003
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
If aimee is around, check out the top story in today's Dining and Wine section of the NYT.
Y'know, he's kinda growing into his looks.
Happy belated birthday to your baby boy Cindy.
How do you lose cancer?
Lastly, dear lord how I wish I were still in bed. Jon's birthday party killed me.
DavidS - Apr 25, 2007 7:36:36 am PDT #6713 of 10003
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
I'm eating cornbread in milk for breakfast. It's very tasty.
As we're at the end side of the Month Where I Didn't Work So I Could Finish The Book, I've transitioned to all my old poor food tricks.
First, of course, is to start making all the odd boxes and cans of stored food you've got but haven't touched in years. Now is the time to make that Irish Brown Bread mix, yes! Tuna salad with curry! Egg drop Ramen! Why did somebody give me a jar of Fig and Ginger Jam? WTF am I going to do with that? Curly pasta with salsa and black beans! Corn and...well, just corn I guess. I could probably do a corn and black bean salad of some sort. I've got rice. I've got some cheese ends. I've got a shalott. Risotto!
brenda m - Apr 25, 2007 7:38:19 am PDT #6714 of 10003
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
Put it on the Irish Brown Bread, dummy.
Umm, risotto.
brenda m - Apr 25, 2007 7:39:34 am PDT #6715 of 10003
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
The perils of internet houseguests: it's not just for ax-murderers anymore. [link]