Never heard of the under-the-pillow thing. My sleeping clothes hang on the back of the bathroom door.
Can't drink, smoke, diddle my willy. Doesn't leave much to do other than watch you blokes stumble around playing Agatha Christie.
Spike ,'The Cautionary Tale of Numero Cinco'
Natter 56: ...we need the writers.
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.
lori - Jan 09, 2008 3:10:43 pm PST #2034 of 10001
bon bon - Jan 09, 2008 3:14:00 pm PST #2035 of 10001
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.
Bob's parents are European and he does like I do. (And I've had roommates who, AFAIK, did like I do!) His parents are weirdos who never sleep, so take that into account.
Cass - Jan 09, 2008 3:18:02 pm PST #2036 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.
Never heard of the under-the-pillow thing.Nor I. I half hope there is a Pajama Fairy that takes them and leaves you a shiny nickel. Um, expect where that would get costly. But, still, Pajama Fairy!
Jesse - Jan 09, 2008 3:24:48 pm PST #2037 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
I can't figure out when to go to bed. I'm half inclined to go right now, even given the 9+ hours I slept last night. If I stay up til 10, I'll be tempted to stay up til 11 to watch Project Runway. I really have to go to work tomorrow. Wah.
Susan W. - Jan 09, 2008 3:25:28 pm PST #2038 of 10001
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights
I too am fond of my hoodies.
Of course, I'm fond of all of my not-work wardrobe, which primarily consists of anything that doesn't fit into the We're A Very Serious and Dignified Hospital, Dammit dress code. Happiness for me is coming home and slipping out of the biz cazh and into Things I Can't Wear to Work. Jeans. Hoodies. Stuff like that.
If I had more money, I'd get a separate dressy-but-not-work set of clothes to wear to writers conferences, church Sundays when the choir sings (weeks we don't sing, I wear jeans), and dates to non-denim sorts of places. Because for now I'm wearing the biz cazh and thinking, "Why am I wearing Work Clothes to the Fun?"
§ ita § - Jan 09, 2008 3:26:02 pm PST #2039 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Um, expect where that would get costly.
Yeah, but some weirdos wash them each time.
God, I'm glad today is over. I have been sitting at this desk (and working!) since about 6:45 in the morning.
Head hurts. Tired. Want sleep now.
P.M. Marc - Jan 09, 2008 3:48:47 pm PST #2040 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
I didn't wear a hoodie to work today, because I was already wearing a waffle weave long sleeved shirt with a tight black tee (come to the dark side we have cookies) over it, plus cute devil ankle socks over my black tights, and thus had enough Emo Indy Goth Chick Points for the day.
Pix - Jan 09, 2008 3:56:24 pm PST #2041 of 10001
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
I love hoodies. They're comfy.
sarameg - Jan 09, 2008 4:10:30 pm PST #2042 of 10001
You know how I said that this year I was gonna be a grownup about a lot of stuff, including financial? My company is colluding in this. My shameful state of retirement funds (don't ask) is getting automatically upgraded without me doing anything. And now they've made it really easy for me to upgrade even beyond their baseline. I was going to fix it anyway, but now...I don't even have to read 40 odd pages of crap and stupid confusing websites. And I can make up for a lot of years where I fucked myself over. yay.
msbelle - Jan 09, 2008 4:12:10 pm PST #2043 of 10001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
did under the pillow as a child, now, often the floor - ftr bkgrnd is poorish farming American with English/Irish heritage.
I am having to figure out salary deductions for medical saving and retirement and MATH IS HARD!