Me, age 6: [link]
Me, age 22 (most amusing to me): [link]
Why couldn't Giles have shackles like any self-respecting bachelor?
Xander ,'Beneath You'
Natter 61*
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.
Glamcookie - Oct 01, 2008 12:17:38 pm PDT #1720 of 10001
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
Cashmere - Oct 01, 2008 12:19:20 pm PDT #1721 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.
Scola is the cutest toddler I've ever seen!
Dana - Oct 01, 2008 12:20:07 pm PDT #1722 of 10001
I'm terrifically busy with my ennui.
In other "thank you Jesus, Buddha, and Zeus" news, our old house is sold. Completely done. Only took a week past the official closing date, and we kind of want to firebomb the buyer's realtor, but whatever. SOLD.
sumi - Oct 01, 2008 12:23:26 pm PDT #1723 of 10001
Art Crawl!!!
Woo hoo Dana on being done with the old house.
Jesse - Oct 01, 2008 12:25:34 pm PDT #1724 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Phew!
SuziQ - Oct 01, 2008 12:26:06 pm PDT #1725 of 10001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
Yay Dana!! Maybe it can be my turn now. Please?
lisah - Oct 01, 2008 12:27:53 pm PDT #1726 of 10001
Punishingly Intricate
Abby, age 3, with a blackmail worthy hairstyle.
Hair fountain! What cuties!
woohoo Dana!
JZ - Oct 01, 2008 12:31:24 pm PDT #1727 of 10001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
Typo: My UC-issued W-2, uninformatively, just calls it an "Employer ID number'
Jesse - Oct 01, 2008 12:33:14 pm PDT #1728 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
I have nothing against a hair fountain! [link]
Also, EIN is the generic federal term for an organization's tax ID.
JZ - Oct 01, 2008 12:39:51 pm PDT #1729 of 10001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
Love that dress and that color on you, Jess.
Bluh. Sick today. Just woke up after stumbling home from the doctor's and sleeping, sleeping, sleeping, to three panicky messages from people at work (including my ex-boss calling from his cell) concerned that I'd disappeared in a manner most unlike me. At least now I know how long my untended body would have to wait before someone flipped out about not seeing me--as long as I'm employed, about four hours.