Wash ,'War Stories'
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.
I has located a bathroom! I'm sure you're all sighing in relief. Heh, relief.
I ride public transit every day and the successful trips far outnumber the disasters, but I am a little perturbed that fires and floods are following me around Chicago like a skanky, smokey stalker.
I remember the time I went to a free-fly parrot cage, where you could hold tiny cups of nectar for fruit eating parrots to land on your hands and arms to sip. All was as fun as you might think, except for the one parrot who decided that my friend Adam's earwax was much more interesting to try to get at....
I am a little perturbed that fires and floods are following me around Chicago like a skanky, smokey stalker.
People keep talking about the apocalypse coming, maybe you are the first of the horsemen.
I don't have a skin problem, but I'd like to know what it feels like to be nibbled by tiny fish.
Heh. Me too.
I am a little weird.
mumble mumble pot kettle...
I missed katefate?
Sad now.
Awww. Hi Lee!
And JZ! I'm going to be in y'all's neck of the woods at the end of September for Folsom Street Fair.
The early bird gets the katefate!
I inspired porn! Yay! *Wholesome* porn.
Callaluna, you know best what's going to work - I hope suggestions aren't stressing you out more.
Nora, I think eloping makes so much sense! You can always have a party to celebrate, and make it as wild/classy/elegant as you wish.
I think the skin cell eating fish would feel especially good if you had dry, flaky skin.
Shrift, hallelujah. Your building sounds like a perfect mess.
We interrupted document editing due to drain bamage. I'm going to have a cig and dish with the crew.
I am a little perturbed that fires and floods are following me around Chicago like a skanky, smokey stalker.
At least you aren't in Hawaii (don't say that often, do you?): they had a 5.3 earthquake and a hurricane threatening. That's pocalyptic.
A friend of mine lost a few fingers in an accident. Blood could flow to the injured areas OK, but not back out. So the doctors used leeches to suck the blood out, allowing fresh blood to flow back in.
CallaLuna--does Ross have a, um, large physique? Because my DH put off buying suits back when we lived in NYC and he had to have for his job until the last minute because he really did not want to get measured and sized. He knew it would depress him and it did--and it resulted in a day of tramping around the city and going to a million stores and ordering four suits in one long-ass day.
I would wear leeches calmly, in a medical environment. Actually, I recall a pond environment in which I was quite calm regarding teh leeches. My mother, NSM.
I remember the time I went to a free-fly parrot cage
Doesn't that get messy?