Spike ,'Touched'
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 have not seen Top Gun or Point Break.
Um. Just sent that craigslist guy an email. I figure why not -- worst that'll happen is he doesn't respond.
Ooh! I actually sent him an e-mail too because I had to tell him how awesome it was and wish him luck.
Timelies all!
Ugh, need to clean the house. Not that we're having anyone over, but that it's been far too long and the cat fur tumbleweeds are taking over.
Not as gay as Angel, though (the show and the character).
Aside from Velvet Goldmine and old episodes of Starsky & Hutch, what is?
I need eBay help, people - I hav a toddler to sell, and I can't seem to find the category for "children who only slept 5 hours last night and have gotten on my LAST FUCKING NERVE."
Any takers? I'll throw in free shipping...
I might take your toddler if you'd take my husband. How can a man who has a PhD and understands things like linear algebra be so completely lacking in common sense and ability to plan things?
Signed, trying to get ready to leave for a trip, it's 95 fucking degrees, and I have no patience today.
Poor flea and Jessica. The cranky mom zone is a no good space.
Send all your unwanteds to me! I'll put them to work.
OMG! flea's married to my dad!
Tennis: Wasn't or isn't Melanie Oudin fun to watch play? I think if she continues - she will meet Venus in the quarters, right?
Offspring is attempting to redeem himself by adorably inserting "Mommy" into various song lyrics. Perhaps I will not sell him on eBay today after all.
(But HOLY FUCKING GOD last night sucked elephant balls. Went to bed with much protesting - his latest obsession is being tucked in, which had to be done three times before he was tucked to his satisfaction. Slept for about an hour, then woke up SCREAMING and would not setting down no matter what we did. He wanted water. He wanted to sleep in our bed. He wanted to get down and walk into the living room. He wanted more water. And on and on and on until we finally decided that nothing was really wrong and he could cry it the fuck out in his own damn bed. Which he did. Until MIDNIGHT. You'd think that going to bed so late would make him sleep late, and yet...not so much. Then swim class was a total fucking nightmare of screaming crankiness. Thank god for DH volunteering to run around with him on the playground while I sat quietly on a bench with my iPhone.)