Zero lot line: [link]
In practice, it gives you crappily slapped-together townhomes.
Joyce: Dawn, you be good. Xander: We will. Just gonna play with some matches, run with scissors, take candy from some guy, I don't know his name.
'Beneath You'
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.
P.M. Marc - Aug 14, 2009 4:53:15 pm PDT #3924 of 30001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
Juliebird - Aug 14, 2009 4:54:03 pm PDT #3925 of 30001
I am the fly who dreams of the spider
Headache or infection?
I'm starting to suspect infection. Or TMJ issues. I've never had migraines before, but everything I've read says they shouldn't las---
GAH! Big fucking cricket just jumped on shoulder twitch twit h gahQ
§ ita § - Aug 14, 2009 4:56:21 pm PDT #3926 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
he asked "for real?" and I said "no, but eat your food anyway." and he did, the end.
See? Voodoo. Glad he ate.
Of course I believe I'm special and that being hungry or having low blood sugar doesn't affect my mood, but I live alone and avoid people, so it's not like it's anyone's problem. In theory.
eta:
I've never had migraines before, but everything I've read says they shouldn't las---
Forget everything you've read. Don't diagnose on the web. Seriously. See a professional.
sarameg - Aug 14, 2009 4:56:29 pm PDT #3927 of 30001
My walls are my neighbors' walls. It's a rowhouse (eta: 1931). My cats can walk over the railing of my deck to Anna's. I know when Ben's got his toddler over and when Tommy comes home. The new guy across the alley waves from his deck, but the one immediately across from me, we ignore the fact I look directly into his kitchen. We observe a polite privacy of just ignoring all of that. At the same time, I can see one coming home and invite up for a glass of wine.
I kinda love it.
Also, in looking at the records? My block is apparently FULL of singles. Mostly 40s and up, by appearance (but I am a bad judge of that. Mistook early 50s for 40s.) It's kinda funny. There are a few long term retired folk, and a couple of families, but yeah, mostly solo-ers.
Juliebird - Aug 14, 2009 4:57:39 pm PDT #3928 of 30001
I am the fly who dreams of the spider
--shouldn't last longer than 72 hours, and I'm pretty sure this is going well into week two. Nonstop. No good days, no moments of relief that aren't drug induced.
Jesse - Aug 14, 2009 4:58:26 pm PDT #3929 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Did anyone else have a day full of clusterfucks, or was my Friday just special?
Sorry -- I had that yesterday. Today half the org was on furlough, so I just had the one ongoing clusterfuck to deal with.
§ ita § - Aug 14, 2009 5:00:50 pm PDT #3930 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
shouldn't last longer than 72 hours
Julie, I can tell you that migraines can easily last longer than 72 hours. But don't take mine or the web's word for it. Find your doc.
Lee - Aug 14, 2009 5:01:13 pm PDT #3931 of 30001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
This afternoon's clusterfuck is an ongoing one too. They are extra special.
Ginger - Aug 14, 2009 5:02:06 pm PDT #3932 of 30001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
To me, row houses make more sense than the developments where there are large houses that are about eight feet apart.
sarameg - Aug 14, 2009 5:09:25 pm PDT #3933 of 30001
An extrovert has been coming out. It started on the trip (folk from there didn't know I was an introvert. Standing offer to take her out and drown her in the nearest ocean should she surface exists) and is just getting bolder.
It's freaky. Still want my time and space, but find myself seeking out the peoples. A LOT of my friends and coworkers have noticed. Getting a lot of attention and liking it. I'm torn between crawling back under my rock and reveling in it.
I'll always still be the quiet sort, but this is... different. I'm more confident and carry self as such. I wonder if it'll last?