Sadly, the point of buying it for this is for someone else to get it.
No, Jesse, I got that. I meant that you could keep Life and give the Cowgirl Game. Better to have a Life than a Cowgirl.
Buffy ,'Showtime'
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.
Sadly, the point of buying it for this is for someone else to get it.
No, Jesse, I got that. I meant that you could keep Life and give the Cowgirl Game. Better to have a Life than a Cowgirl.
Oh, right, right. Der.
Best wishes for your family, Frank. What a terrible situation.
I'm skipping about 350 posts or so (yay uni!), so happy birthdays if there were any, and ~ma to those in need (hell, I happen to think we all need ~mas, just because).
Frank, those are horrible news. I'm sorry to hear that. A lot of coping and compassion ~ma to you and your sister's family.
Best wishes indeed, Frank, and yes, fuck cancer.
To make up for my last food-related post, I present to you: Apple pie with bacon lattice crust.
I dreamed tonight that for some reason, I took a surprise flight from a friend (don't know who), and then a long train ride, and suddenly I was in Oklahoma.
It may be a good place to state that I have no idea IRL what Oklahoma looks like or why was I even there: I met my mom and my aunt (who lives in Arizona) there, and was disturbed by two things: One, that I needed cloths and such. That was a surprise trip, I didn't know where I'll be heading and for how long and only had literally the cloths on me. Two, of course, was "where the hell is Oklahoma on the map, and where does the nearest Buffista lives?".
But my Oklahoma dream was very beautiful, very green and big and for some reason, with a deserty training base in it.
About 8 years ago I gave up and stopped trying to understand my dreams. This is just an mild example of why.
Loki got lost in the duvet again. At 3 am.
Waking up because your blanket is looming over your face and meeping is disconcerting, to say the least.
Dude, you named the cat Loki.
I woke up with Jasmine parked on my chest. Sixty-five pounds of Lab is very warm, to be sure, but kind of an impediment to, you know, breathing.
I just decided that I want chicken vindaloo for lunch. The only problem? Lunch isn't for two hours yet. Crap.
ION, fifty strange buildings.