This is why I think all crutches should have a concealed blade.
'Heart Of Gold'
Spike's Bitches 43: Who am I kidding? I love to brag.
[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.
I want them to have spikes that spring out of the bottom, like the spring loaded stakes on Angel.
I also found that episode of House aggravating. From the standpoint of totally misrepresenting ECT, and also because narratively, it was just dumb -- there were about twenty things that I, as a non-medical viewer, could think of that were better ideas to try first.
My boyfriend just said that when I rant I sound like Abby on NCIS. That makes me laugh and laugh.
Also, sj, I will smite them for you. I should shop with you sometime. It would be bad for the other people, but good for you.
My sister made no offer of leftovers. D had to say "I'm taking some pie" or we would have got nothing. So I'm going to buy a turkey breast to make at home. Can I put it on top of stuffing to approximate "inside the bird"-ness?
We have more leftovers than we know what do with, you should come by and have some.
you should come by and have some.
mmmmm I have tomorrow off.
It is a day of bliss here at work. I've talked to three people so far, and I'm watching Bones on Hulu.
I have achieved pie! A strawberry rhubarb, since I'm all pumpkined out (we had traditional and pumpkin cheesecake last night.)
I didn't attempt any serious shopping today. I was going to go to the Barnes and Noble next to the mall, because the Starbucks in there has toasted marshmallow lattes, but the parking lots were insane. So I made a run by the post office, the grocery store and a Staples for printer supplies. It's scary out there.
mmmmm I have tomorrow off.
This is possible. I will hopefully only have to stay for one preview tomorrow which means I'll be home in the late afternoon. I'm sure Kristin will check in eventually and give input.
{{sj}} People in large numbers can be real creeps. Between Tom's link and your experience I really want to stalk the malls with a clue by four and bash a few shins.