I am ordering pizza.
Yay!
Yeah... That went well.
Mal ,'Trash'
Spike's Bitches 42: Which question do you want me to answer first?
[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.
Strix - Sep 24, 2008 11:35:45 am PDT #6531 of 10001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
Strix - Sep 24, 2008 11:39:20 am PDT #6532 of 10001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
Yum. The thought of pizza makes me happy. Artichoke hearts, tomato, almonds, zuchini...
Yum. Hungry. Want NOW.
Daisy Jane - Sep 24, 2008 11:40:07 am PDT #6533 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
You know what it is about "mixologist" that's such utter crap-actually this is Mr. Jane's reasoning, it just irked me.
It makes you seem like and sometimes act like you're better than your customers. That's like the antithesis of a good bartender, and I should know, I married the best. We have the certificate to prove it.
WindSparrow - Sep 24, 2008 12:20:40 pm PDT #6534 of 10001
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
One of the things about grief that rarely gets discussed is how we don't lose our senses of humor, or ability to see the ridiculous in the world around us, even when we are in the middle of a crying jag. It is not only ok, it is good, and more common than the non-grieving public realize, to laugh even as one is smearing eye makeup all over someone else's shirt.
Barb - Sep 24, 2008 12:28:09 pm PDT #6535 of 10001
“Not dead yet!”
Oh... yuck. Nate's sniffles (which of course, disappeared within 24 hours) seem to have found a new home. With the added bonus of freaky internal temperature swings and full body aches.
Because this was exactly what I needed right now. Bah.
juliana - Sep 24, 2008 12:52:46 pm PDT #6536 of 10001
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
Nate's sniffles (which of course, disappeared within 24 hours) seem to have found a new home. With the added bonus of freaky internal temperature swings and full body aches.
Barb, you are all the way across the country from me (sob). How is it that we have the same illness at the same time?
Have interviewed and made it to the second round. Problem: it's a day shift gig, which I don't think I can afford. Yet. In a year, when I have a bunch of freelance graphic design gigs? Probably. Now? NSM. Argh.
Laga - Sep 24, 2008 12:55:18 pm PDT #6537 of 10001
You should know I'm a big deal in the Resistance.
I hab da sniffles too. And my box office cashier no-showed so I have to work his shift. Pooh.
Daisy Jane - Sep 24, 2008 12:55:19 pm PDT #6538 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
They usually like less experienced bartenders during the day for at least a while. If this doesn't pan out, maybe a bar that has a back or side bar that's less busy?
Kathy A - Sep 24, 2008 12:56:54 pm PDT #6539 of 10001
We're very stretchy. - Connie Neil
More sniffles here in Illinois! And I have to work retail tonight as well. Blargh.
Barb - Sep 24, 2008 1:06:32 pm PDT #6540 of 10001
“Not dead yet!”
Barb, you are all the way across the country from me (sob). How is it that we have the same illness at the same time?
::wails:::
I don't knoooooowwwwww. But so long as we've got the same crud, ::snorgles juliana::
ETA: ::passes tissues to everyone else with da sniffles::