I'm impressed that you can stand to look at the computer screen long enough to type!
typeing easy reading not so much . improvement is happening, but I still can't look out the window without at least one pair of shades
Death is your art. You make it with your hands day after day. That final gasp, that look of peace. And part of you is desperate to know: What's it like? Where does it lead you? And now you see, that's the secret. Not the punch you didn't throw or the kicks you didn't land. She really wanted it. Every Slayer has a death wish. Even you.
Spike ,'Conversations with Dead People'
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.
beth b - Jul 16, 2007 12:26:46 pm PDT #6777 of 10001
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
javachik - Jul 16, 2007 12:27:10 pm PDT #6778 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.
Have told potential new boss that I would give her a definite answer tomorrow as current boss wants time to find health insurance options.
Excellent!
Trudy Booth - Jul 16, 2007 12:49:39 pm PDT #6779 of 10001
Greece's financial crisis threatens to take down all of Western civilization - a civilization they themselves founded. A rather tragic irony - which is something they also invented. - Jon Stewart
Did you all hear the shriek?
I'll admit I am far from an exquisite housekeeper, but I've lived in NYC long enough to know to not flirt with kitchen sink lutherans in the summer months. It is reasonably clean in there, dammit.
SO WHAT IS SO FASCINATING TO A BUNCH OF ROACHES ABOUT THE UNDERSIDE OF MY SPOON REST??!?!?!?!?!!?
Baits have been put in kitchen. Dog food has been double sooper sealed. The light is on. I am not going back into that room until tomorrow. Maybe I'll have stopped squealing by then.
(edited so as to not emotionally scar others)
Daisy Jane - Jul 16, 2007 12:57:32 pm PDT #6780 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Dude! Whitefont that shit!
*shudders*
ChiKat - Jul 16, 2007 1:29:03 pm PDT #6781 of 10001
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
Oh, Trudy... that's just, well, icky.
Emily, I'm having a similar issue with my gap. I'm paid on my COBRA through the end of July and will be picked up on my new insurance on Aug. 20. I'm going to risk it and not pick up COBRA for August. I do have pre-existing conditions (that require monthly meds). Will there be an issue with that for a three week gap??
Can I tell you all how much I love you? I've been having some, well, ISSUES with my mom telling me that I'm going to Hell and hearing y'all has changed them from ISSUES to issues. Still there, but much lessened. It's not easy when your mom damns you to eternal...ummm....damnation. I grew up fundy Baptist and some of those things are not easily overcome.
SuziQ - Jul 16, 2007 1:29:25 pm PDT #6782 of 10001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
(edited so as to not emotionally scar others)
Too late. I saw it before the edit. uber-shudder
Daisy Jane - Jul 16, 2007 1:32:27 pm PDT #6783 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Trudy, you know I was messing with you right?
I mean it does totally squick, and I'm sitting on my feet now, but I hope you didn't think I was actually yelling.
vw bug - Jul 16, 2007 1:54:13 pm PDT #6784 of 10001
Mostly lurking...
I grew up fundy Baptist and some of those things are not easily overcome.
Um. Yes. So with you there.
d - Jul 16, 2007 1:57:55 pm PDT #6785 of 10001
It's nice to see some brave pretenders trying to make it interesting.
I grew up fundy Baptist and some of those things are not easily overcome.
Um. Yes. So with you there.
Me too.
ChiKat - Jul 16, 2007 2:04:26 pm PDT #6786 of 10001
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
It really sucks, doesn't it?
eta: maybe would should have a support group that consists of fruity adult beverages with umbrellas and some random groping. I know that would make me feel better.