Not sure how that counts as irresponsible, actually.
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.
If you take the larger, less classy place, you're not likely to be stuck in it for that long.
If you take the smaller, prettier place, the lack of space will drive you bonkers long before the 5-10 year mark.
I say keep looking if at all possible. Maybe the perfect compromise is out there.
It can be a problem. One of my neighbors spent 700 bucks on an astral projection class.
I found a book lying around at work, most likely from the late 80's or early 90's. It was written by someone who claimed they went to Harvard. It was a "How to be Psychic!" book. It was all I could do not to take the book and leave a note saying "If you really are psychic then you already know where I've hidden your book."
Casper continues to be utterly adorable.
I'm with Robin in voting to keep looking. That's a lot of space to lose.
Ye gads was today rough. I don't know why, I'm a hideous beast today. Hormones? Demonic possession? Not a clue.
On the Marvel costumes I have to note the women modeling the green suited Phoenix and Black Widow are frickin' gorgeous.
Good looking Bishop too.
Casper's pure genius! I want to give her thousands of dollars just to be Casper all the time.
Nutty, I think you should hook up with bon who knows a thing or two about shooting. Maybe you could roam around Manhattan shooting up zombie wall street financiers.
Okay. My next door neighbor is out on the shared back porch, smoking a cigarette and talking to somebody on the phone and just said: "Disclaimer: I want to have sex with you on psychedelics." And then she started to sob and then she started to laugh and now she's talking again.
Now she's talking about trimming her pubic hair in the shower.
Dude, she's getting TMI in your Nerdhole.
My next door neighbor is out on the shared back porch, smoking a cigarette and talking to somebody on the phone and just said: "Disclaimer: I want to have sex with you on psychedelics."
Wow...
In the unlikely event that your neighbor was serious... it could be the 60's equivalent to drinking to make someone pretty or closing your eyes during sex. The only problem would be that the possiblity you could have a stray thought and end up accidentally having sex with the state of Wyoming.