I now realize where I went wrong, dicking around this afternoon: Now I REALLY don't wanna finish packing.
She's terse. I can be terse. Once in flight school, I was laconic.
Wash ,'War Stories'
Natter 64: Yes, we still need you
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.
Jesse - Oct 29, 2009 2:49:18 pm PDT #16005 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Lee - Oct 29, 2009 2:49:43 pm PDT #16006 of 30001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
PACK!
Jesse - Oct 29, 2009 3:14:11 pm PDT #16007 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
I know, I know.
Lee - Oct 29, 2009 3:19:35 pm PDT #16008 of 30001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
NOW!
Jesse - Oct 29, 2009 3:22:47 pm PDT #16009 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Hmph.
sarameg - Oct 29, 2009 3:25:04 pm PDT #16010 of 30001
Press on, Jesse, press on.
I know that stage all too well. Which is why I'm never moving again!!
Really wish I knew how I fucked up my foot while asleep saturday. Or what on earth I did during the day that pissed it off. The heel is so sore to walk on. I'm trying to recall if I landed funny on it, but Im drawing a blank.
God, I hate the smug mac commercials. They're obnoxious. And I prefer macs!
msbelle - Oct 29, 2009 4:00:54 pm PDT #16011 of 30001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
Jesse, you just better be happy I have mac b/c I would come over there ND KICK YOUR ASS UNTIL YOU FINISHED PACKING.
ahem.
sarameg - Oct 29, 2009 4:01:57 pm PDT #16012 of 30001
Ahahaha. I was just waiting for msbelle!
Jesse - Oct 29, 2009 4:11:00 pm PDT #16013 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
So, I don't have a box big enough for my toaster oven, apparently.
aurelia - Oct 29, 2009 4:13:16 pm PDT #16014 of 30001
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.
Try stretching out your arch, sarameg.