{{{{{Sean}}}}}}
Tpyo Boy, lots of ~ma for your friend, and some for you, too. (Yeah, I know there's a typo there, left it on purpose.)
Played with Kaylee. Sun came out, and I walked on my feet and heard with my ears. I ate the bits, the bits stayed down, and I work. I function like I'm a girl. I hate it because I know it'll go away. The sun goes dark and chaos has come again. Bits. Fluids. What am I?!
River ,'War Stories'
Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
WindSparrow - May 21, 2010 5:22:54 pm PDT #20111 of 30000
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.
WindSparrow - May 21, 2010 7:10:37 pm PDT #20112 of 30000
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.
I found a preeeetty shade of pink in the Sally Hansen display at Walmart. Too bad I just dropped the brush all over myself.
Zenkitty - May 22, 2010 5:54:51 am PDT #20113 of 30000
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
Now you're pretty in pink?
billytea - May 22, 2010 6:11:36 am PDT #20114 of 30000
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
Sigh. I've been sick the last couple of days with a chest cold. Lots of hacking, wracking coughs and general achiness and ennui. No big deal, really; but I've passed it to the little boy. Poor boo's needed comforting once already tonight. He woke up early last night too. We've been fortunate, this is really only his second serious cold. I hope he feels better tomorrow.
WindSparrow - May 22, 2010 8:23:37 am PDT #20115 of 30000
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.
Go, Ryan's Immune System, work those antibodies and killer cells. Get 'em, Get 'em, eat those viruses!
sj - May 22, 2010 12:14:33 pm PDT #20116 of 30000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Poor Ryan. I hope he is feeling better soon.
Connie Neil - May 22, 2010 1:00:09 pm PDT #20117 of 30000
brillig
It's not a cold, it's a prime resistance-building exercise! Let them eat dirt!
Hil R. - May 22, 2010 1:47:30 pm PDT #20118 of 30000
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
I feel sick, and my advisor is stressing me out. Therefore, I am eating potato chips. (I swear, this makes sense in my brain.)
Calli - May 22, 2010 1:48:55 pm PDT #20119 of 30000
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
Hey, if potato chips help, then I'm glad you have them there for the noshing.
I'm drinking freezer gimlets and reading porny fanfic. God, I love being a grownup.
Liese S. - May 22, 2010 1:50:03 pm PDT #20120 of 30000
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Yeah, I`m sick too. I`m missing lessons, gigging, and engineering a recording project this weekend. Sucks.