Happy Birthday, Sail!!!
Oh, Pacey! You blind idiot. Can't you see she doesn't love you?
Spike ,'Help'
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.
sj - Oct 06, 2008 5:56:18 pm PDT #7716 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
DCJensen - Oct 06, 2008 6:01:08 pm PDT #7717 of 10001
All is well that ends in pizza.
Happy Birthday, Sail!!!!
DCJensen - Oct 06, 2008 6:34:35 pm PDT #7718 of 10001
All is well that ends in pizza.
Anyone here ever pick up Lawler's® Cheesecake Miniatures Variety - 63 ct?
Someone at work had a box of these in the freezer.
$13.87 at Sams Club. I wonder if any of the Super Wal-Marts carry them?
Hmmm, we have the biggest Super Wal-Mart in the state, so....
WindSparrow - Oct 06, 2008 6:36:54 pm PDT #7719 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.
Happy Birthday, Sail!
WindSparrow - Oct 06, 2008 6:41:25 pm PDT #7720 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.
85% is too dark for me. Once you pass 70%, my bitter-receptors start objecting.
90% causes me to muahahahahaahahahah.
There is a Stephen Crane poem that puts me in mind of how I feel about really, really dark chocolate:
..."It is bitter -- bitter," he answered;
"But I like it
Because it is bitter,
And because it is my heart."
SailAweigh - Oct 06, 2008 6:44:30 pm PDT #7721 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
Thank you, all! I had a nice birthday. Went to a travelogue of Hawaii with my dad. I've decided to start my own bucket list after seeing pictures of a sunrise from the top of Mt. Haleakela. Wow. That is definitely something I would love to see for myself.
DavidS - Oct 06, 2008 6:52:16 pm PDT #7722 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Because it is bitter, And because it is my heart."
Joyce Carol Oates used this as a book title, btw.
Strix - Oct 06, 2008 7:18:33 pm PDT #7723 of 10001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
I was trying to think of that, David, as soon as I saw it! You saved me from using valuable google-fu.
Sail, happy, happy birthday to you!!
My mom regifted me with a lotion sampler from B&BW, and I am strategically placing them around the house, along with various lip balms.
I will NOT be chapped and hangnail this winter, I SWEAR. One pair on bed table, on on living room table, one in car, and one on computer table. Plus the Big Ass Guns in the bathroom -- Neutrogena Scentless Body Oil to be mixed with salt, and Johnson's Lavender Baby Oil Gel for non scrubby days.
My face looks great for my age, but I am noticing my hands and legs are starting to look a little....hrm, pre-grandma? if I am not careful.
My ass, of course, will be silken upon my death bed. I may have a sunny-side up open casket. "FEEL MY ASS! TOUCH EEEEEET!" Then burn it, and drink copiously.
These are my official funeral instructions, btw.
DavidS - Oct 06, 2008 7:54:45 pm PDT #7724 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
My ass, of course, will be silken upon my death bed.
But of course!
I may have a sunny-side up open casket. "FEEL MY ASS! TOUCH EEEEEET!"
With pleasure!
Then burn it, and drink copiously.
Salut!
Hil R. - Oct 06, 2008 8:01:43 pm PDT #7725 of 10001
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
Ugh. Stressful day. But I handled it better than I have been lately -- when I got an email from someone pretty much telling me that I'd screwed up (and yes, I already knew that, thank you), I only got really anxious for a minute or two, then sent an email back apologizing and telling when I'd get the stuff fixed, and then sat down and fixed it. (Well, not all of it. But enough of it for today, and I can finish tomorrow.)
And then there was something else I screwed up, too, which is more about myself than about other people, so it wasn't something I could apologize to anyone for, but I did start trying to fix it.
And now I'm making spaghetti. Because two screw-ups in one day in an already really stressful month calls for comfort food, even if it is at one in the morning when I should be asleep so that I can get up to teach at 8 tomorrow.