Apparently this whole change-career-paths-in-midlife thing is a wee bit anxiety-inducing. Who knew?:: waves hand :: Hence the me still in theater
Buffy! If I wanted to fight, you could tell by the being dead already.
Glory ,'Potential'
Spike's Bitches 38: Well, This Is Just...Neat.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
omnis_audis - Nov 19, 2007 2:29:48 pm PST #4786 of 10002
omnis, pursue. That's an order from a shy woman who can use M-16. - Shir
Glamcookie - Nov 19, 2007 2:31:44 pm PST #4787 of 10002
I know my own heart and understand my fellow man. But I am made unlike anyone I have ever met. I dare to say I am like no one in the whole world. - Anne Lister
Now we are discussing Hello Kitty and Kuromi. She is 9, I am 36.
juliana - Nov 19, 2007 2:42:13 pm PST #4788 of 10002
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
JZ, doll, breathe. Shall I sing you dirty pirate songs?
javachik - Nov 19, 2007 2:48:00 pm PST #4789 of 10002
Our wings are not tired.
Yeah, Juliana and I can tell you all about whores with sores!!
Polter-Cow - Nov 19, 2007 2:50:25 pm PST #4790 of 10002
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!
Tramps with cramps?
JZ - Nov 19, 2007 2:51:41 pm PST #4791 of 10002
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
Haul away, ye tranny whores!
Wear a sheath or you'll get sores!
NoiseDesign - Nov 19, 2007 2:53:28 pm PST #4792 of 10002
Our wings are not tired
Haul away, ye tranny whores!
Wear a sheath or you'll get sores!
I now really want to work this line into the Toy Story dialog I'm currently editing.
sj - Nov 19, 2007 2:54:36 pm PST #4793 of 10002
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
{{{JZ}}} Keep breathing! You can do this!
TCG's mother is on the phone. She wants to get together this weekend. I don't want to. She does seem to be in a good mood though.
JZ - Nov 19, 2007 2:55:51 pm PST #4794 of 10002
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
That's just part of the chorus. The actual verses in between had some spectacular lines, most of which I've blocked out and the rest of which I can't put up here. But if all goes well, they'll have a CD out by spring so everyone can savor the... um, savor the tranny whores.
Ginger - Nov 19, 2007 3:05:42 pm PST #4795 of 10002
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
I'm going to attempt to breathe and refrain from throwing up.
Breathing = good. Throwing up = bad.
Ginger and the Very Bad Horrible No Good Day
Take dog to vet to get drain taken out. Dog is fairly cooperative, but has clearly recognized that this is the Bad Place.
Pack up dog's stuff. Call several times before getting the fostering person, who is going to be keeping dog. Drive way the hell east.
Leave dog. *Sob*
Stop at Staples and buy CD-Rs because late last night I ran out while backing up.
Get caught in horrible traffic due to a wreck. The plan to go home and wash hair before going to the oncologist for my checkup turns into changing my shirt and grabbing a piece of cheese.
Get caught in traffic due to a wreck. Arrive late and frazzled, but the doctor is much later. An hour and a half of sitting around in a paper top later.
Blood work. Tech misses vein. Gets vein in hand badly.
Delay means the return is in rush hour. Get trapped in horrendous traffic because of a wreck. Tries to get over to an exit to miss some of the traffic. In a half mile and 15 minutes of slowing down with turn signal and making pathetic faces at the drivers on the right, not one will let me over. Forced to stay in traffic.
Get home. Figure the time on the road at 4 hours and 100 miles. Remember I have to drive to Nashville tomorrow. Beat head on steering wheel.
Out of beer and Fernet.