I say bah! on Monday! Bah!!
Me too! Woke up in the dark, and I left the house five minutes late and got to work 15 minutes late, which pisses me off.
Death is your art. You make it with your hands day after day. That final gasp, that look of peace. And part of you is desperate to know: What's it like? Where does it lead you? And now you see, that's the secret. Not the punch you didn't throw or the kicks you didn't land. She really wanted it. Every Slayer has a death wish. Even you.
Spike ,'Conversations with Dead People'
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.
Jesse - Oct 27, 2008 4:47:13 am PDT #6730 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Shir - Oct 27, 2008 4:47:29 am PDT #6731 of 10001
"And that's why God Almighty gave us fire insurance and the public defender".
Hivemind, what kind of soup do I want to cook today?
Barb - Oct 27, 2008 4:47:58 am PDT #6732 of 10001
“Not dead yet!”
Lentil?
Cashmere - Oct 27, 2008 4:48:00 am PDT #6733 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.
Potato Leek!
hippocampus - Oct 27, 2008 4:49:36 am PDT #6734 of 10001
not your mom's socks.
tomato! or pumpkin!
Shir - Oct 27, 2008 4:49:47 am PDT #6735 of 10001
"And that's why God Almighty gave us fire insurance and the public defender".
I think Cashmere is winning.
sarameg - Oct 27, 2008 4:49:48 am PDT #6736 of 10001
Oh my god, y'all! We totally fell down on the job: no one sent bonBob roots!
sarameg - Oct 27, 2008 4:51:37 am PDT #6737 of 10001
Since this IS the internet, for bonBob: [link]
![[link]](http://www.gmushrooms.com/Posters/RootsPoster.jpg){kind=link}
Lee - Oct 27, 2008 4:58:57 am PDT #6738 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I say bah! on Monday! Bah!!
ME TOO
Especially since it's still dark out, and LJ seems to be down again.
Sue - Oct 27, 2008 4:59:21 am PDT #6739 of 10001
hip deep in pie
Wow. A friend emailed me this morning to ask if I would be a personal reference for him for his passport renewal. An hour later, I get a call from someone at Passport Canada asking me questions. We didn't even have time to get our stories straight. Seriously, I can't really remember what year it was when I met him...I know it was sometime between 1993 and 1995. I remember moment I met him, but I couldn't tell you what year it was.
Also, she asked me what colour his eyes were, but I couldn't tell you.