I did the freakiest thing ever, for love today. I actually watched "The View..." Eww... I can almost imagine that meeting. KEITH's AGENT(who looks like Piven, cause now I think all agents look like Piven): Keith, we can get you the seven mil, but there's one more thing. KO(blanches): Can't I just wear a dress in public or something? Although the hamster on a wheel in Hasselbeck's brain almost ran away so...
I'm a single undead gal trying to make it in the big city. I have to start somewhere and they're evil here. They don't judge. They've got necro-tempered glass. No burning up. A great medical plan, and who needs dental more than us?
Harmony ,'Conviction (1)'
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.
erikaj - Nov 10, 2008 10:08:42 am PST #799 of 10000
Always Anti-fascist!
Daisy Jane - Nov 10, 2008 10:25:59 am PST #800 of 10000
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Yo, omnis! Thanks for the offer. I went to HH with Work Gay Boyfriend and Bob-who offered to let me work for him, to which I said "A WORLD OF NO!"
Anyway. I think things are going to be ok, so I'm not freaking out. Plus, I have some other news I kinda have to keep quiet that's pretty exciting.
Also, did you get G's Halloween pics? I posted them to facebook.
Burrell - Nov 10, 2008 10:30:42 am PST #801 of 10000
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!
Oh Plei I want to thank you for the hair color rec. I went and picked up a box today, even got it on sale.
omnis_audis - Nov 10, 2008 10:35:23 am PST #802 of 10000
omnis, pursue. That's an order from a shy woman who can use M-16. - Shir
Ya I got them. I got a note you tagged me in FB too, but haven't had the chance to look yet.
What's the news?? If it's that super secret, you could text or e-mail it to me. IJS.
Ok, rough programming up to Fezziwig party. Taking a lunch break.
Pix, are the 4 classes done yet! Did ya pass out in mid lecture?
Daisy Jane - Nov 10, 2008 10:43:33 am PST #803 of 10000
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
I will email.
Also 1) Thanks everyone for the good wishes. 2) It was very warm and fuzzy making reading everyone band together to help GC. I wish I had been reading that night as I have a best friend who lives in Silverlake who probably could've lent a hand. Next time, somebody call me!
The last time I unintentionally was too drunk to drive (meaning I didn't already have a plan worked out) I spent the night in a friend's office building.
Also, anyone who finds themselves too drunk to drive, but you need your car? Call these people (or maybe you have something similar) [link]
hippocampus - Nov 10, 2008 11:01:06 am PST #804 of 10000
not your mom's socks.
I know you tire of this, but please know it is appreciated beyond measure.
Will someone please hum a few bars of "Don't Quit Your Job, Sox, it isn't Prudent." Please?
beth b - Nov 10, 2008 11:05:42 am PST #805 of 10000
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
and prudence is your name- o!
But go look for something else , Sox.
beth b - Nov 10, 2008 11:05:47 am PST #806 of 10000
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
no one needs to hear me sing twice
Sparky1 - Nov 10, 2008 11:05:50 am PST #807 of 10000
Librarian Warlord
Will someone please hum a few bars of "Don't Quit Your Job, Sox, it isn't Prudent."
No! Quit! Quit! Quit!
What? Me? Trouble?
Barb - Nov 10, 2008 11:13:37 am PST #808 of 10000
“Not dead yet!”
Don't quit, Sox or Prudence, or whoever. It would not be wise.
I made some headway into the horror that is Christmas shopping for my mother—found this hooker red jacket which she's bound to love. Unless of course, there's some small, ridiculous detail that will cause her to hate it.
And the rumblings are afoot that she may not come up here for Christmas because she can't tear herself away from my father. Especially now that he's apparently ill and all alone.
So, she'd rather forego Christmas with her grandchildren in favor of spending it with the man she divorced thirty years ago.
Me, bitter? Nah.