I think this is your default response to wrong things today...
It's my default response to everything today. Stepping off the wagon tonight, baybee!
(And the Quebecois Menace requires something stronger than Fernet. Possibly Chartreuse.)
Can't you ever get your mind out of the hellmouth?
Buffy ,'Touched'
Spike's Bitches 36: Did I Sully Our Good Name?
[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.
juliana - Jun 27, 2007 11:37:31 am PDT #4582 of 10001
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
Connie Neil - Jun 27, 2007 11:39:52 am PDT #4583 of 10001
brillig
Super Seekrit message to Suzi: insent to profile addy
Ailleann - Jun 27, 2007 11:41:35 am PDT #4584 of 10001
vanguard of the socialist Hollywood liberal homosexualist agenda
the Quebecois Menace
Man, Plei, you should really share that video with the class.
P.M. Marc - Jun 27, 2007 11:44:08 am PDT #4585 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
Man, Plei, you should really share that video with the class.
I think I first saw it ages ago in Natter, but just in case...
libkitty - Jun 27, 2007 11:47:24 am PDT #4586 of 10001
Embrace the idea that we are the leaders we've been looking for. Grace Lee Boggs
{{{JZ}}} Your birthday can get better now. No burning of house. Doing better of EM.
At least your proposed breakfast sounded fantastic, and an extra hour of sleep, whoo-hoo! I'll bet that from Hec is the best birthday present evah!
JZ - Jun 27, 2007 11:53:22 am PDT #4587 of 10001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
The omelet was unbelievably tasty. However, it's now curdling in my gut as I find that our joint account is overdrawn (Hec gets paid tomorrow and I get paid Friday, so it's not dire, just mildly distressing). Also, I may possibly have a job interview, yay!, but it will include a thorough credit check, boo sss fuck!
EpicTangent - Jun 27, 2007 12:00:43 pm PDT #4588 of 10001
Why isn't everyone pelting me with JOY, dammit? - Zenkitty
Also, I have a new money-suck love:
Am I the only one who read monkey-suck and was Very Very Afraid?
The omelet was unbelievably tasty. However, it's now curdling in my gut as I find that our joint account is overdrawn (Hec gets paid tomorrow and I get paid Friday, so it's not dire, just mildly distressing). Also, I may possibly have a job interview, yay!, but it will include a thorough credit check, boo sss fuck!
Glad the omelet was enjoyable, sorry your tum's fighting it. We all know this one, I'm sure. You're (universal "you" are) a good person, don't commit crimes, but still feel like the biggest dumbass non-grown-up when you accidentally pull one of these. Does it make you feel better to know you're not in this boat alone? And some of us don't even have joint accounts - so no one to blame but ourselves for not paying attention/not writing stuff down/whatever. Being a "grownup" is hard.
I really hope your special day takes a turn for the less stressful, more joyful - nowish. ::gives Universe a look::
Cass - Jun 27, 2007 12:24:37 pm PDT #4589 of 10001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Happy Birthday, JZ! The world can now start treating you in the regal way you deserve.
To which I say "huh?" and chug Fernet.
I think this is your default response to wrong things today...If it ain't broke...
Daisy Jane - Jun 27, 2007 12:35:17 pm PDT #4590 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Can I borrow your default response, juliana? I have a feeling I'll need it for a phone convo tonight.
Toddson - Jun 27, 2007 12:53:42 pm PDT #4591 of 10001
Friends don't let friends read "Atlas Shrugged"
I don't like fernet (sorry, juliana, Suzi, et al), so I've been doing chocolate.
Had another tiff with the boss - major overhaul of our publication, slaving away to get everything in where she wanted it, then having to go back and revise to get in the two ads she didn't find a place for, THEN having to explain to her (AGAIN!!!) that the page count has to be divisible by four and WHY. Meanwhile, she's standing at my desk, demanding to know if I was going to get it done tonight, so she could go to a reception. bah!