How's Michigan? Is it living up to the hype?
Depends on the hype.
The hard-to-get-a-job hype? Seemingly, yes.
The life-will-be-better-there hype? Not yet, but it will. I have faith.
continues praying to St. Cetajen
Jayne: You wanna go, little man? Wash: Only if it's someplace with candlelight.
'Objects In Space'
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.
Aims - May 30, 2007 7:40:39 pm PDT #828 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
tommyrot - May 30, 2007 7:43:42 pm PDT #829 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
(Just so you can see how malnourished they are: [link])
Aww... what a couple of cuties.
I feel a little better when I remind myself that Senor was a happy kitty. Yeah, the last few days of his life sucked, but he had years of health and playing and petting and belly-rubs....
Maria - May 30, 2007 7:46:02 pm PDT #830 of 10001
Not so nice is that I'm about to ruin a Friday morning for a bunch of people because of a series of unfortunate events and an upset foreign government. - shrift
Jeez, I take forever to post, and you people fling compliments at me. You may continue.
hear, hear!
I pay you to say that. I'll have your check next week.
Babies! I'm glad you got some good news tonight, DJ.
Empress, we're supposed to be cheering you up.
Suzi, you should get to meet as many of the DCistas as possible. I was going to email everyone and find out what days are best.
billytea, despite your tragic description, somehow I fail to feel any sympathy for you. I'll be more than happy to trade you our hot, humid and hazy for your temperate 50 degree winters.
Cass - May 30, 2007 7:47:45 pm PDT #831 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.
Fuck valid reasons. Daisy lives there, that's valid enough. The chance to see LDP **and** JA live and in-person, going toe-to-toe?? That's incredibly luscious, creamy, decadent frosting on the cake.Mmm, delicious cake.
But I'm still not allowed to go to Dallas.
billytea - May 30, 2007 7:49:04 pm PDT #832 of 10001
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
billytea, despite your tragic description, somehow I fail to feel any sympathy for you. I'll be more than happy to trade you our hot, humid and hazy for your temperate 50 degree winters.
Pfft. I had enough of that over my four summers in Philly. I'll stick with the sunburnt country theme for a while, methinks.
Daisy Jane - May 30, 2007 7:49:53 pm PDT #833 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Kittehs!! So cute!
I'm excited because I'm the godmother (which I'm a heathen, athiest, and religion sceptic, so it really means a lot to me that she thinks I'm a good enough person to do the job) of her son. Yay! New girl type cherub!
Aims - May 30, 2007 7:50:16 pm PDT #834 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
I'm being cheered up!
ChiKat - May 30, 2007 7:58:27 pm PDT #835 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?
he had years of health and playing and petting and belly-rubs....
Senor had a great human to boss around and be loved by. He was a very lucky kitty.
So, I have a 2nd interview tomorrow for a job I really want. Job~ma around 7am board time, por favor??
Aims - May 30, 2007 7:59:53 pm PDT #836 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Job~ma, ChiKat!
Maria - May 30, 2007 8:00:48 pm PDT #837 of 10001
Not so nice is that I'm about to ruin a Friday morning for a bunch of people because of a series of unfortunate events and an upset foreign government. - shrift
Yeah, the last few days of his life sucked, but he had years of health and playing and petting and belly-rubs....
And you never had to vacuum up cat hair. Now *that's* a considerate cat.
But I'm still not allowed to go to Dallas.
Your lung may be there. I think you should go and make sure.
BT, you have no magic in your heart. You mean you don't miss your shirt sticking to your skin all summer?
eta: Job~ma ChiKat!