In Bitches (I'm only here for the setup):
Steph L.: Aims, what's Greek quinoa? What do you put in it?
billytea: Crippling public debt!
Buffy: He ran away, right? Giles: Sort of, more. turned and swept out majestically, I suppose. Said I didn't concern him. Buffy: So a mythic triumph over a completely indifferent foe? Giles: Well, I'm not dead or unconscious, so I say bravo for me.
'Same Time, Same Place'
Coffee On My Monitor Again
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Steph L. - Jun 28, 2012 12:00:34 pm PDT #857 of 1328
the hardest to learn / was the least complicated
flea - Jul 01, 2012 9:17:14 am PDT #858 of 1328
information libertarian
In Natter:
Jessica: I can't believe I'm actually having an argument right now over whether the storm troopers on Hoth are called storm troopers or snow troopers. I should let the five-year old win this one, shouldn't I?
Burrell: Jessica, according to my 7 year old they are snow troopers.
signed, Had that Discussion Already
Signed, hasn't had that exact discussion, but many, many like it.
-t - Jul 02, 2012 9:12:43 am PDT #859 of 1328
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
In Premium, self-explanatory:
Jessica: At this rate, his next project will be called Aaron which will be a workplace dramedy about Aaron Sorkin writing a TV series called The Sorkin Show. In the second episode, the second episode of the show-within-a-show is reviewed badly, and then everyone watches Synecdoche, NY.
smonster - Jul 09, 2012 2:36:47 pm PDT #860 of 1328
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Calli writes her epitaph, in Literary:
Calli Grafiti
The Most NGA
Libertine of
Her Time
1967-2058
Beverly - Jul 09, 2012 3:58:57 pm PDT #861 of 1328
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
billytea, in Natter, context-free:
Hands are never down in a freestyle rap battle!
WindSparrow - Jul 10, 2012 3:59:02 am PDT #862 of 1328
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
In Bitches,
Typo Boy.
May your cousin's wife recover completely in spite of the socialist hellhole that is France shoving high quality healthcare down her throat.
Calli - Jul 10, 2012 11:19:40 am PDT #863 of 1328
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
Smonster bringing the Cee Lo in Bitches:
I hear 'em telling me that I just can't wear that
So I'm like, "Fuck you."
These demons talking in my ear, saying I'm too fat
And I'm like "Fuck you."
They say "If you were thinner, you'd be a winner!"
Well, ain't that some shit. (Ain't that some shit)
These demons won't go away, but I won't let them hold sway
So I'm like, "FUCK YOU."
I could go on. And might.
smonster - Jul 14, 2012 6:37:18 pm PDT #864 of 1328
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Nattering.
-t: there's always the possibility that my yard is just a projection of my subconscious.
Zenkitty: My yard is untidy, full of things that don't need to be there, poorly lit, and not very comfortable to hang out in. So, almost certainly a projection of my subconscious.
JenP - Jul 16, 2012 7:36:20 pm PDT #865 of 1328
In Natter:
ita: Do Twilight vampires compel humans?
msbelle: to be bored? to roll their eyes? to wish for better vampires?
Zenkitty: I was compelled to turn off the television.
WindSparrow - Jul 17, 2012 4:49:17 pm PDT #866 of 1328
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
In Bitches.
Zenkitty: People, heed my words of hard-won wisdom: clean your motherhonking dishwashers. For therein lies an evil, hidden under the bottom of the door, hidden behind the rubber corner-guard things that keep water from coming out, hidden in the filter you can't see without sticking your head in the dishwasher like a confused Sylvia Plath. This evil is the decaying remains of the bits of food that got trapped in the crevices and didn't flush away. This evil smells worse than Lazarus on the second day. This evil is getting on your dishes even as the dishwasher cleans them. Gird your loins, take up an old toothbrush, get on your knees, and scrub the crevices of your dishwasher, as I have done this day, and may the spirit of Lovecraft be with you.