I have had 4 Buffistas sleep in my bed at once! It was AWESOME.
I was on that bed, and it was, indeed, FG.
Oh, at first it was confusing. Just the idea of computers was like — whoa! I'm eleven hundred years old! I had trouble adjusting to the idea of Lutherans.
Anya ,'Get It Done'
Delurking 1: Because we don't always check our e-mail.
Pix - Oct 06, 2009 10:53:07 am PDT #669 of 3094
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
juliana - Oct 06, 2009 10:57:46 am PDT #670 of 3094
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
I was on that bed, and it was, indeed, FG.
I will be sad when that mattress has to go to the Great Landfill In The Sky. I may need a posse of Buffistas to help me test out new ones.
Vortex, you forgot your drinking abilities.
P.M. Marc - Oct 06, 2009 11:10:28 am PDT #671 of 3094
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
I'm known for my quick wit (by me at least), my fearsome temper if you have wronged me or someone I love, my spoiler nazi tendencies, and last, but not least, my prodigious boobage (see tagline).
They are, indeed, a sight of majesty.
Vortex is also known for her superb taste in drinks. I have learned the way of the Three Olives, and never again shall I stray.
(I had something made with the Three Olives Mango Vodka the other day, and oh, man. SO GOOD. And I *must* try the TO Cherry with Coke.)
javachik - Oct 06, 2009 11:17:36 am PDT #672 of 3094
Our wings are not tired.
smonster, remember getting pumpkin ice cream at Graeter's? (Actually, did you get the pumpkin? I know I did, because I'm a whore for all things pumpkin.)
I have never met Steph L, that I can recall, but I tried to when I went to Cincy. But she brushed me off and I sent her a birthday GC from Graeter's!
Steph L. - Oct 06, 2009 11:21:58 am PDT #673 of 3094
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe
But she brushed me off
Lies! Lies and falsehoods! Lies and falsehoods and untruths! [insert synonyms]
You were there the one day that we were sending the journal to the printer, which can't happen without me. (That does sound like an I'm-washing-my-hair brush-off, doesn't it? You just happen to visit on the one day out of 30 that I cannot leave the office? But it's true!)
The worst part was that your meeting was in the neighborhood that I lived in at the time -- you would have been 5 minutes away from me, had I not been washing my hair laying out a journal.
javachik - Oct 06, 2009 11:28:00 am PDT #674 of 3094
Our wings are not tired.
I'm just giving you crap. I think it was your birthday and you were having lunch with your dad, too, right?
Vortex - Oct 06, 2009 11:28:50 am PDT #675 of 3094
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
Vortex, you forgot your drinking abilities.
fixed! although I tried to make it about quality, not quantity :)
meara - Oct 06, 2009 11:30:40 am PDT #676 of 3094
Heh. Poor lurkers. Now we are back to being all gang of 14 about everything and "oh well I've stayed at more houses than you have!" and writing 500 posts in a week. We're just impossible aren't we?
Shhh! We're hunting wabbits listening for lurkers!
t sits on the curb, elbows on knees, attempting to be quiet and anxiously await another lurker.
Fred Pete - Oct 06, 2009 11:31:23 am PDT #677 of 3094
Ann, that's a ferret.
500 a week? We're slipping -- it used to be 500 an hour.
Lee - Oct 06, 2009 11:34:26 am PDT #678 of 3094
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Uphill, in the snow!