They will tell you that you can't dislocate joints unless you've fallen.
Uh, have him ring me up so I can punch him in the face. Without dislocating my shoulder.
I don't care if it is an orgy of death, there's still such a thing as a napkin.
Willow ,'Lies My Parents Told Me'
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.
Polter-Cow - Jan 08, 2010 9:41:08 am PST #6160 of 30000
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!
Barb - Jan 08, 2010 9:49:29 am PST #6161 of 30000
“Not dead yet!”
Plane is HERE! Glory hallelujah!
smonster - Jan 08, 2010 9:53:03 am PST #6162 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Go Barb go!
I finally bought the boots I've been wanting for months! [link] And I may have tripped and also ordered these in red: [link]
I couldn't resist 20% off on top of 70% off. I'm only human, ya know. Now I just need to file all my FSA reimbursements so I can pay down my credit card. I was supposed to do that *first,* but the sale got in the way.
ChiKat - Jan 08, 2010 9:57:42 am PST #6163 of 30000
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
Yay, Barb! Leavin' on a jet plane...
smonster, those boots are rockin' and if they offered those shoes in my size, I fear I would have bought them, too.
Atropa - Jan 08, 2010 9:58:42 am PST #6164 of 30000
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
Aww, congratulations, Erin!
Sometimes, I dream I've found a store that has all the polishes I wish I owned. And then I am sad when I wake up.
I have a recurring dream where I am in the Thrift Store of the Gods, where I find all the polishes Plei wants, a bunch of Fluevog boots, stripy blazers, and a first edition of Something Wicked This Way Comes. Sometimes the dream then adds a zombie attack. My subconscious is strange.
Frankenbuddha - Jan 08, 2010 10:00:25 am PST #6165 of 30000
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"
a first edition of Something Wicked This Way Comes
I can no longer remember - did that ever come out as Dark Carnival, or was that just a working title that Bradbury changed at the last minute?
Nevermind - I googled and that was the origial title of The October Country collection. Yep, that memory really ISN'T doing so good on some subjects.
Seska (the Watcher-in-Training) - Jan 08, 2010 10:02:20 am PST #6166 of 30000
"We're all stories, in the end. Just make it a good one, eh?"
Uh, have him ring me up so I can punch him in the face. Without dislocating my shoulder.
Heh. Love to. (I would have had such a go at the doctor in question, but The Girl was talking to him on my behalf, as I was in masses of pain at the point that they called. If I'm not better within the 12 hours that he says I will be, I shall be calling back to shout at him.)
Barb, yay for plane!
smonster, those are *some* boots. Wow. Now I want boots. You people, you're all very bad for my finances.
Atropa - Jan 08, 2010 10:03:48 am PST #6167 of 30000
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
Dark Carnival is the title of Bradbury's first published book, which was a short story collection. It has my favorite story ever by him, "Homecoming".
Powells' has a first edition of it in the rare book room. I go visit it every time we're in PDX.
erikaj - Jan 08, 2010 10:17:28 am PST #6168 of 30000
Always Anti-fascist!
Sounds like the same genius docs that when I give my diagnosis, say, that affects children, doesn't it? I mean, if I had lost CP at eighteen, I probably would be thrilled, if confused, but, hello?
Calli - Jan 08, 2010 11:00:17 am PST #6169 of 30000
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
I dreamed last night that I was at a doctor's office, and my health insurance was declined. I found out that that was because I'd been fired.
The thing was, I drove my boss's boss home from work yesterday (she had car trouble) and she spent most of the car ride saying they recognized how hard I'd been working and how much they appreciated me.
It was like the anti-life-as-I-know-it dream.