I'm thinking of stopping by Lush on my way home, now. Good idea, Robin.
Angel ,'Conviction (1)'
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.
I'm going to give walking home a shot.
I'm going to give walking home a shot.
Do you have you cell phone? Can you call a cab? Maybe from a bar?
Emmett had his first wrestling match in a meet today. He won!
He was down on points 10-2 and then pinned the other guy.
The other guy lunged for his legs and Emmett performed a "double underhook" (whatever that is) and won.
Also he went to the dentist and had no cavities.
In sum: Hooray for Emmett!
eta: Double underhook is actually kind of cool
Do you have you cell phone? Can you call a cab? Maybe from a bar?
Home!
It's about a half hour walk. Good to know. Now I must see if I can catch up on everything I missed by being in hospitals for way too long yesterday.
Came out to my boss as a migraineuse today. I was going to around now anyway, but I woke up at 9:41 today, thereby TOTALLY missing my 8am meeting. And even at 10 I wasn't good to drive.
I want to go home. I hate being the last one in the office.
I think I am as full as possible. And yet, I want to go to sleep immediately. I know that is a bad idea. I'm not even full of good regional food; I'm full of America. I always forget how enormous America is.
So...Barbie decapitation, huh? I'm guessing that means the Barbie heads can go back on, right? I must share my childhood tale of woe.
I had a nice brunette Barbie (I'm sure it wasn't Barbie, but Margaret or something) that I liked very much. I also had a blonde Barbie that I didn't like as well, partially because I thought she had an entitled look on her face. Also, her silver dress was not as aesthetically pleasing. Anyway, one day, I was playing (rather roughly, as I did) with her, and I accidentally broke her head off.
This was deeply traumatizing and I hid the body under my bed. And then (and this will tell you the sort of child I was) I prayed long repentant prayers asking God to please restore the mutilated body of my Barbie. For weeks.
He did not, so eventually, I confessed my crime to my mother who, now that I think about it, I'm pretty sure laughed heartily, and that was that.
But see, I didn't know the heads went back on. So now I'm thinking God was going, "What're you asking me for? Stick the thing back on yourself!"
eta: Which I think probably he says a lot.
Jesse, was the BBQ good?
Liese, at best God was having a laugh at your expense.
My current quick pasta sauce is now cream, freshly ground pepper, and freshly diced tomatoes.
I wish I had any conviction I was going to get an appetite tonight.
I should just eat anyway.