I got home, turned on the heat, changed into pajamas, and lay down for a nap that ended up being five hours. Getting slightly concerned about being so tired lately. But I woke up to my apartment finally warm, and now I'm boiling water for spaghetti for dinner and trying to get used to typing on the little keyboard on my netbook. I think I'm getting the hang of it.
Sex with robots is more common than most people think.
Spike ,'Lineage'
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.
Hil R. - Jan 03, 2010 2:49:04 pm PST #5579 of 30000
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
Jessica - Jan 03, 2010 2:56:51 pm PST #5580 of 30000
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
This is an overhead shot from my friend M's wedding in December on Vomo Island. Just gorgeous.
divorces DH so we can remarry in Fiji.
Calli - Jan 03, 2010 3:39:21 pm PST #5581 of 30000
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
I swear the miracle of the loaves and fishes has nothing on my dining room table. I've been taking things off it for three weeks, yet it's still covered with stuff.
Heh. Yeah, my dresser is similarly miraculous.
beth b - Jan 03, 2010 4:11:37 pm PST #5582 of 30000
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
Ooo, my coffee table does that. I've been trying to clean it off for three weeks
Nora Deirdre - Jan 03, 2010 4:14:06 pm PST #5583 of 30000
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
all righty, now that it's the new year and Christmas in New Orleans has passed, and it's time to go back to our crap jobs, we must turn our attention westward! we must 1- sell our house and 2- find jobs.
However, it's so much easier to give into entropy! Bah.
Atropa - Jan 03, 2010 4:17:00 pm PST #5584 of 30000
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
I swear the miracle of the loaves and fishes has nothing on my dining room table. I've been taking things off it for three weeks, yet it's still covered with stuff.
That's my storage heap room. It sometimes spontaneously manifests new clothing for me, clothing that I know I never purchased! (Yes, this part of the reason I've been so loath to totally clean and organize it.)
DavidS - Jan 03, 2010 4:19:28 pm PST #5585 of 30000
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
This is the room hip deep in crinolines, no?
DCJensen - Jan 03, 2010 4:22:11 pm PST #5586 of 30000
All is well that ends in pizza.
It's not a storage room, it's a Tardis.
tommyrot - Jan 03, 2010 4:25:51 pm PST #5587 of 30000
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
It's a gateway to another reality, where another Jilli very similar to our own wears clothes very similar to our Jilli's as well. Occasionally an article of clothing Crosses Over.
Atropa - Jan 03, 2010 4:37:09 pm PST #5588 of 30000
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
This is the room hip deep in crinolines, no?
Er, not quite so much anymore? But yeah, that's the room.
It's a gateway to another reality, where another Jilli very similar to our own wears clothes very similar to our Jilli's as well. Occasionally an article of clothing Crosses Over.
Huh. I wonder if that Jilli has more pairs of Fluevogs than me, and if any of them will turn up in my room. That would be awesome!