So I'm coming to the conclusion Lady Gaga likes a) acting out murders and b) being as naked as possible.
I see your uhhhhhhhhhhh and raise you a gnyeh.
Buffy ,'Potential'
Natter 65: Speed Limit Enforced by Aircraft
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
sarameg - Mar 12, 2010 3:31:47 pm PST #15782 of 30001
msbelle - Mar 12, 2010 4:08:07 pm PST #15783 of 30001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
Everything with mac seems fine now. I may try to sneak the drawing of me with a knife in me to work next week so I can scan it.
I would like to go to bed. him, nsm.
sarameg - Mar 12, 2010 4:13:19 pm PST #15784 of 30001
Therapy hopefully allowed him to get some of his mad out. ( I'm guessing here, though the drawing is upsetting, it was a means of saying I AM ANGRY AT YOU in the most rudimentary form, communicating it without you know, actually throwing down.)
msbelle - Mar 12, 2010 4:15:57 pm PST #15785 of 30001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
oh sure, that is exactly what it is. Just like the note he wrote me over a year ago that said I smelled like poop. I want to frame it, but I am not sure where it got to.
sarameg - Mar 12, 2010 4:22:07 pm PST #15786 of 30001
Heh. I remember once tearing up a love note my mom had written to me in front of her (I had saved it because it always made me feel good) when I was somewhere between 12 and 14. I was SO MAD I couldn't even yell at her, so I destroyed something she'd given me out of love. So transparent, that.
Hours later she found me sobbing in my room, frantically trying to tape it back together again.
I wonder whatever happened to that. I probably still have it somewhere.
....I have no idea what I was SO MAD at her about. Those were really emotionally bad years. Even at my worst in the past decade or so, and there were some really really bad doldrums, I never want to repeat that age. Ever.
§ ita § - Mar 12, 2010 4:41:03 pm PST #15787 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I'm trying to imagine my mother writing me a love note when I was young. She'll send me kinda schmoopy emails once in a blue moon these days (okay, once on my birthday, and migraine-related sympathy), but growing up? In my late teens I finally asked her if she'd ever been proud of me. She looked surprised at the question, and not in an "Of course so!" sort of a way.
Jesse - Mar 12, 2010 4:41:57 pm PST #15788 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
I'm pretty sure all of the love notes I've gotten from relatives have been on bananas.
I just got someone else's work email. It's late for that! I'll write back tomorrow.
msbelle - Mar 12, 2010 4:47:57 pm PST #15789 of 30001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
I'm pretty sure all of the love notes I've gotten from relatives have been on bananas.
what now?
Jesse - Mar 12, 2010 4:48:03 pm PST #15790 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Oh, and putting on an old Criminal Minds reminds me that my bartender tonight was the French Matthew Gray Gubler.
Jesse - Mar 12, 2010 4:48:32 pm PST #15791 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
what now?
If you scratch something on a banana in the morning, it shows up brown by lunchtime. Cute!