Tara ,'Storyteller'
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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.
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.
Calli writes her epitaph, in Literary:
Calli Grafiti
The Most NGA
Libertine of
Her Time
1967-2058
billytea, in Natter, context-free:
Hands are never down in a freestyle rap battle!
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
In natter, about Ayla Mary Sue. Didn't she end up teaching the sign language to a deaf boy or man?
I'm fairly certain she also invented Braille and opened the first school for the blind, complete with seeing-eye wolves that she domesticated herself. edited by Matt the Bruins fan