When I took my first German class in high school, several of us started conjugating the verb "sein" in place of swearing. Pretty satisfying. And that's a big chunk of the tiny little bit of German I remember.
Mal: Then I call it a win. What's the problem? Inara: Should I start with the part where you're stranded in the middle of nowhere, or the part where you have no clothes?
'Trash'
Natter 54: Right here, dammit.
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.
-t - Oct 02, 2007 12:26:17 pm PDT #4513 of 10001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
lisah - Oct 02, 2007 12:27:04 pm PDT #4514 of 10001
Punishingly Intricate
I had a Latin teacher who recommended muttering conjugations as a way to avoid potential mugging while walking through sketchy neighborhoods.
Actually acting distracted and unaware of what's going on around you is a good way to make yourself an attractive candidate for mugging.
aurelia - Oct 02, 2007 12:31:48 pm PDT #4515 of 10001
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.
I think he was going for "crazy person to be avoided" but, yeah, I see your point.
Pix - Oct 02, 2007 1:14:59 pm PDT #4516 of 10001
The status is NOT quo.
I hate putting clothes away. I don't mind doing laundry, but I hate the aftermath. I am also in the "must lay out clothes the night before" camp. I am so indecisive in the morning that I'd end up late every day otherwise.
I can't wait for Joe to get paid for his time in California.And well deserved for the work he and the others did. They did great work, from everything I've heard.
I can't wait for Drew to get paid so he can pay Joe and everyone else. He's been working around the clock on this gig for more than a month, and we've yet to see a penny of profit on it. The first paycheck went almost entirely to scads of equipment and those stylish Diablo Sound t-shirts and jackets (which were spendy. yikes), and this second paycheck is going almost entirely to paying his employees. He won't be able to put anything in the bank until the third paycheck, which I don't believe he gets until the end of the project on Halloween. Ironically, given that this is his highest paying gig of the year, we are strapped for cash right now.
Hm. I appear to be spewing money gunk all over Natter. Sorry about that.
Allow me to change the subject.
Cheese. Discuss.
-t - Oct 02, 2007 1:20:58 pm PDT #4517 of 10001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
Ha! The new pants I was so looking forward to wearing today? I finally put them on and the zipper immediately broke.
I think I will reinvent myself as an agoraphobic nudist.
Daisy Jane - Oct 02, 2007 1:22:51 pm PDT #4518 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
I had a Latin teacher who recommended muttering conjugations as a way to avoid potential mugging while walking through sketchy neighborhoods.
"AMO! AMAS! AMAT!"
"Fuck! He knows Latin!"
t /Izzard
Cass - Oct 02, 2007 1:30:33 pm PDT #4519 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.
I started channeling Lindsey and scratching out the word KILL over and over with my fingertip.brenda's got an evil finger.
Steph L. - Oct 02, 2007 1:53:28 pm PDT #4520 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
Cheese. Discuss.
I've got a hankering for a hunk of cheese.
"AMO! AMAS! AMAT!"
"Fuck! He knows Latin!"
::loves Daisy Jane::
Daisy Jane - Oct 02, 2007 1:58:17 pm PDT #4521 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
I've got a hankering for a hunk of cheese.
A slice, a bite a chunk of?
Liese S. - Oct 02, 2007 2:00:57 pm PDT #4522 of 10001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Yeah, folding and putting away laundry is my least favorite task. Which sucks, because it takes, like, five minutes. But instead, I leave it and there are slovenly heaps of clothing all around my house all the time, and then my clothes are wrinkled (and I don't iron) and then I go out looking lousy and I come home disconsolate and in no mood to fold laundry. It's a laundry death spiral!
But I suspect that a big part of my problem is that I lack sufficient closet/dresser space. So folding and putting away clothes involves a lot of pushing and squishing and general grumpiness. So maybe I'll do better in the new house. (Ha! Although I have plans for one of those three linen bin sorter deals on wheels with the hanging bar. 'Cause I think that would help, with being able to sort the laundry and hang up the stuff needs hanging immediately, and all that.)
And okay, now I have to go do the laundry, since I've talked about it. And also I have to cook, which I enjoy doing, but makes dirty dishes, which I do not enjoy washing. Actually I don't mind doing the dishes. It's just that immediately after I do the dishes, I have to do them again. And again, and again. Every single day. It's relentless. It would be simpler if I stopped eating.