no one needs to hear me sing twice
I always thought the name Serenity had a vaguely funereal sound to it.
Simon ,'Out Of Gas'
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.
beth b - Nov 10, 2008 11:05:47 am PST #806 of 10000
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
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.
beekaytee - Nov 10, 2008 11:15:06 am PST #809 of 10000
Compassionately intolerant
Dream. Plan. Move toward what you really want vs. away from what you don't.
That's all I got.
In seeking an antidote to a crushingly stressful day...and I don't have many of those...I am visiting the puppies. Their person just laid on the grub but the puppies wanted people instead! So cute. Much as my dog desires my company, if I put down food and walk away, his loyalties become laser focused. These little fluff balls want some pettin'. Bless their fuzzy little hearts.
eta: there is a lot of metal rattling and at least one invisible puppy. I think someone is trying to pick a lock.
Daisy Jane - Nov 10, 2008 11:17:55 am PST #810 of 10000
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Trying to finish up the section on my resume for this job. So far I have "Den mother, cat herder, nailing jello to a tree."
Steph L. - Nov 10, 2008 11:30:01 am PST #811 of 10000
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe
Move toward what you really want
What I realized, at the age of 37, is I don't even know how to figure out WHAT I want. I've spent too damned long doing and being what other people wanted me to do and be -- or what they told me I should want to do and be -- and now I'm floundering. I need to move forward, away from where I am, but I don't know *what* to move towards. Worse still, I can't figure out how to figure out what that might be.
incoherently yours,
Still Doesn't Know What She Wants to Be When She Grows Up
t edit Maybe I should move towards puppies.
Polter-Cow - Nov 10, 2008 11:32:20 am PST #812 of 10000
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!
Still Doesn't Know What She Wants to Be When She Grows Up
You better figure it out before the socialism.
Shir - Nov 10, 2008 11:34:16 am PST #813 of 10000
"And that's why God Almighty gave us fire insurance and the public defender".
Duuuuuuuudes!
(Disclaimer: I apologize for the multitude of exclamation marks and caps lock letters, but):
My sister was just majorly upgraded to something like "Sergeant Commander" rank/title, WITHOUT having to do 3 months command course, because she's so awesome at her army job!!!
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT!!!
(Then again, that course was supposed to send her away from Gaza Strip for 3 months. But hey, screw that - I have an awesome sister, no matter where she is).
Nora Deirdre - Nov 10, 2008 11:35:03 am PST #814 of 10000
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
Oh noes, Teh Socialism!!1!11!!!!ELEVENTY!!!1!!111
meara - Nov 10, 2008 11:36:47 am PST #815 of 10000
The puppycam puppies are VERY feisty today!!
Um, that's all I've got. I'm waiting for reams of paper to be delivered so I can print stuff out and be productive. I'm sure there are other things I could do, but I can't leave the house until they deliver the paper. It looks sunny and nice out, but I can't leave the house.
I'm annoyed at my girlfriend (who still won't let me call her my girlfriend, officially, but whatever, it's easier than calling her some other convoluted term, so I've given up). I don't really want to do work. I hate Mondays. I feel grumpy....oh so grumpy....I want coffee....which I can't go get without missing the delivery person....