I'm so sorry, bonny. So senseless.
Much ~ma for your friend, Anne. Scary stuff.
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.
I'm so sorry, bonny. So senseless.
Much ~ma for your friend, Anne. Scary stuff.
John Lennon’s Pact with Satan
If dude had ever been the Beatles fan he claims to have been, he'd already know that John Lennon didn't sell his soul to Satan.
He was married to her!
Sending out the ma~~~, Anne.
Came home to find a jury duty summons in the mail. I'm on standby. I have my fingers crossed that they won't need me, because this particular courthouse is a pain in the ass to get to from my apartment.
I'm sorry, bonny.
Oh lord. I accidentally answered the phone when it was someone I didn't want to talk to. Finally, she started breaking up, we lost the call, and she didn't call back. Phew. (Although I feel like a terrible person for saying that...)
Ah, shit. Sorry Laga
My sympathies, Laga. Here's hoping you find something better.
I had to change my tag back. We had a microburst here this evening, knocked down a lot of trees (which took out power lines -- power came back about half an hour ago) and blew the roofs off two adjacent apartment buildings. Nobody hurt, so far as I know.
Wait, it was Steph's birthday today? Happy birthday, Steph!
It has been a day for me, but at least it'll be over soon.
I'm sorry you had a day. I hope tomorrow treats you better.
ION, my DVR is set to show album covers while it plays mp3s. Anyhow a song from Evanescence's Fallen album came on and I was greeted by Amy Lee staring creepily into my living room on a 37" display. Her eyes follow you. Maybe I need to play that when the kids are getting ready for bed. "Be good now, Amy Lee is watching you."