In a random note I really want a barn right now so I can have see owls and possibly bats... just not have to clean up after them (I can see the bats and hear the owls outside now).
Natter 58: Let's call Venezuela!
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.
Dude, Perkins, you are just made of win.
Thanks, Perkins. I'll scan it when I get to work in the morning because my scanner is being a jackhole.
I printed out copies of the canceled check, and am putting together all of my paperwork.
Seriously??? Allyson, I'm so sorry. They suck. Perkins, OTOH, rocks like a rocking thing.
Clearly this is a sign that you need to move to Pasadena or Glendale or Burbank where we can thumb our noses at LA proper and tell them to fuck off.
you know, the beach cities are nice, too.
That reminds me of living on the south side of Minneapolis, where the panhandlers urinate on your bushes and then pass out from drinking too much generic mouthwash. Or the hookers give blowjobs on the porch of the house next door.
First apartment in MSP, I lived next to a county rehab facility and up the block from a couple crackhouses. Happy fun times. But rent was cheap!!
Living in the Haight, I don't think I've gone a single day in 22 years without being panhandled
I could see that. Damn hippies.
Speaking of SF - all Bayistas know to stay the hell away from the Embarcadero tomorrow, right? Unless you're planning on protesting the torch run (in which case, awesome)?
Allyson, I'm sorry you have to deal with all this extra crap.
Yes, but alas, she's already got a pretty great apartment lined up. (Totally kidding here about moving, obviously. Ignore poor joke if it is inadvertently giving you more stress.)
Living in the Haight, I don't think I've gone a single day in 22 years without being panhandled, except the days I've stayed inside with a fever of 102.
Give Matilda a year or two.
I don't give money to panhandlers but I do keep granola bars in my car. Mom calls them "homeless treats".
I love how buffistas got each other's backs.