It's not a storage room, it's a Tardis.
You know, I've saved lives. Dozens. Maybe hundreds. I reattached a girl's leg. Her whole leg. She named her hamster after me. I got a hamster. He drops a box of money, he gets a town.
Simon ,'Jaynestown'
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.
DCJensen - Jan 03, 2010 4:22:11 pm PST #5586 of 30000
All is well that ends in pizza.
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!
sj - Jan 03, 2010 4:47:00 pm PST #5589 of 30000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
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.
Our dining table was completely cleaned off after our NYD party thanks to help from the fabulous vw, but now it is completely covered in newspapers, notebooks, pens, etc.
WindSparrow - Jan 03, 2010 6:08:40 pm PST #5590 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.
Daniel is my hero. He just replaced a battery in my car. It was -9F (-23C) when he started. It was -11F (-24C) when he finished. While he was working on that, I had chicken and potatoes in the oven for him. He is now ensconced on the sofa with blankets and Harvey and a mug of hot chocolate.
Strix - Jan 03, 2010 6:22:52 pm PST #5591 of 30000
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
huh. one of my girlfriend's is preggo.
I dunno quite how to explain how weird this is -- she's not married and living with her bf, and she and I have been "the single friends" for...ever.
And now, I had a NYE party with my bf and my maybe-stepson and Jen is pregnant.
It's...over. I'm really a grown-up? We all are? All married or with some kind of committment. I dunno what's over, but it is.
This is not bad, but it is...weird.
Huh.
Steph L. - Jan 03, 2010 6:32:47 pm PST #5592 of 30000
I look more rad than Lutheranism
It's a weird day indeed when you realize that your glory days of snorting cocaine off of hookers' asses are behind you.
Aims - Jan 03, 2010 6:47:06 pm PST #5593 of 30000
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Speak for yourselves.
Strix - Jan 03, 2010 6:47:41 pm PST #5594 of 30000
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
SHE WASN'T A HOOKER I SWEAR!
And yet...I miss it. *sob*
DCJensen - Jan 03, 2010 7:39:45 pm PST #5595 of 30000
All is well that ends in pizza.
"You're a HOOKER?" - Arthur, the last cinematic funny drunk.