Oh, dear god. First they sent me the head nurse, and then they sent me a psychiatrist.
This is becoming more and more ridiculous.
Also, I can kill you with my brain.
River ,'Trash'
Natter 53: We could just avoid making tortured puns
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.
§ ita § - Aug 07, 2007 11:41:37 am PDT #3137 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Trudy Booth - Aug 07, 2007 11:44:11 am PDT #3138 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
ita... did you threaten to kill someone with your pinky?
(All jokes aside, it sounds like they're really scrambling. ugh.)
Vortex - Aug 07, 2007 11:44:15 am PDT #3139 of 10001
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
Eating out is another big downfall for us. We're trying to be better about it, but there are still far too many nights where I get home from work and say "No, I don't want to cook."
see, that's what kills me. I like to cook. I probably make a full meal 4-5 times a week. I don't eat out because I don't want to cook, I eat out for the social factor. And I have that certain sector of six figure lawyer friends that like to go to expensive restaurants (sparky feels me on this). I like to go there too, I just shouldn't :)
Liese S. - Aug 07, 2007 11:45:04 am PDT #3140 of 10001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Good heavens, ita. Did anyone tell them they're Not Helping!
Atropa - Aug 07, 2007 11:47:14 am PDT #3141 of 10001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
ita, I am so sorry you're having to put up with all of this nonsense.
Allyson - Aug 07, 2007 11:50:56 am PDT #3142 of 10001
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica
Just spent fifteen minutes being asked if pedophiles ever hit on me, why i spend all day and night sitting in a chair posting on teh net, and if any pervs ever contact me to ask if it's okay to stick a stake in one of my orafices.
I tried really, really, hard to play along. Now I feel like a jackass.
Atropa - Aug 07, 2007 11:51:16 am PDT #3143 of 10001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
blinks
Okay, the Yahoo profile thing is getting zany. I just got email from a lady who likes to make crocheted Victorian-style accessories, like lace gloves and little purses. She's offering to make me some trinkets because she likes my writing.
This is after I got a book in the mail from Immanion Press to review. (I'm about halfway through it, and really like it so far.)
People! Telling me nice things about my writing and offering me shiny things! Someone tell me I'm not dreaming, okay?
Sparky1 - Aug 07, 2007 11:53:56 am PDT #3144 of 10001
Librarian Warlord
sparky feels me on this
Yes, yes I do. Perhaps we need to start a cheap-eats-good-food club that meets once a month for the under-paid academic set.
Someone tell me I'm not dreaming, okay?
Not dreaming. Deserving!
bon bon - Aug 07, 2007 11:56:43 am PDT #3145 of 10001
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.
Just spent fifteen minutes being asked if pedophiles ever hit on me, why i spend all day and night sitting in a chair posting on teh net, and if any pervs ever contact me to ask if it's okay to stick a stake in one of my orafices.
Who was this?!
JZ - Aug 07, 2007 11:57:20 am PDT #3146 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.
People! Telling me nice things about my writing and offering me shiny things!
Clearly, your corner of the universe is finally working exactly the way it was always supposed to. Now ita's corner of the universe really needs to get with the program.
First they sent me the head nurse, and then they sent me a psychiatrist.
What goddamned horseshit. And when I say "goddamned," I mean it literally. Given the amount and duration of this shitty pain you've been in, I fully expect that whenever whoever sent you to the psych. dies, the angel sitting at the Pearly Gates is going to look up sternly from the heavenly Google or Wikipedia or however they're keeping track of people's immortal souls, and say sternly, "Ah. You. We haven't forgotten that ita-to-the-psychiatrist incident back in aught-seven. Down you go!"