Ha. I love proper ramen and will eat it like I'm starving, complete with appropriately polite slurping noises. I also eat ten cent packages of college ramen, but I don't mistake one for the other.
I know, world in peril and we have to work together. This is my last office romance, I'll tell you that.
Buffy ,'End of Days'
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.
Liese S. - Jun 24, 2010 10:38:43 am PDT #23742 of 30000
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Lee - Jun 24, 2010 10:39:40 am PDT #23743 of 30000
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Lying on a sand sipping unlimited cocktails and trying the occasional beach sport
Pretty much! Plus not having to worry about which restaurant to try, or how much extra cash to bring for meals, etc.
Still a shame about that voodoo thing though.
§ ita § - Jun 24, 2010 10:39:55 am PDT #23744 of 30000
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I've never had ramen. It was one of the "done things" at university I refused to do. I was a little pouty.
§ ita § - Jun 24, 2010 10:40:39 am PDT #23745 of 30000
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Still a shame about that voodoo thing though.
I'm sure we can pay someone to fake it. That's the magic of tourists--they're all incredibly gullible if our accent is thick enough.
Lee - Jun 24, 2010 10:42:03 am PDT #23746 of 30000
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
There's a Kendra joke in there somewhere.
Zenkitty - Jun 24, 2010 10:47:00 am PDT #23747 of 30000
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
I'm sure we can pay someone to fake it.
I'm kinda surprised no one's done it yet.
§ ita § - Jun 24, 2010 10:51:40 am PDT #23748 of 30000
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I'm kinda surprised no one's done it yet.
Oh, trust me. We have. We totally have. Miss Cleo was just a pretender to the throne of pretenders.
Aims - Jun 24, 2010 10:57:19 am PDT #23749 of 30000
Shit's all sorts of different now.
My friend M had me convinced that the residents of Kingston routinely shake chickens at the white folks to keep the bad ju-ju away.
§ ita § - Jun 24, 2010 10:58:37 am PDT #23750 of 30000
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Not that there aren't white Kingstonians...
Steph L. - Jun 24, 2010 10:59:54 am PDT #23751 of 30000
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
Okay, I'm doing what you should never, EVER do:
Looking up scary life-threatening diseases on Google.
(Well, I'm having this whole allergic reaction to Zoloft going on, and one of the very rare but very severe potential allergic reactions is Toxic Epidermal Necrolysis [a less-severe form is called Stevens-Johnson Sydrome]. Basically, you get all rashy and blistery and your skin falls off. Often you die, perhaps unsurprisingly. I'm itchy all over and my skin feels hot and tight like a sunburn. There is no rash per se, though I am flushed. This has been going on since Saturday/Sunday. The last dose I took was Sunday night.
I don't normally freak myself out with internet diagnosing, but in reading how the clinical course progresses, a common symptom is a sore throat. [Often the early stages of the condition is mistaken for a respiratory infection.]
I've had a sore throat for 4-5 days. Granted, I get sore throats just from thinking about pollen. Still, I totally didn't expect to see "sore throat" as an early symptom in All-Your-Skin-Falls-Off-And-You-Die Disease.
I need some more benadryl.)
If my skin falls off, I'll try to live-blog it.