I want to hit things.
Not because I'm in a bad mood or anything.
Just because hitting things is fun and I haven't hit anything for a long time.
Miss that.
Well, we may not have parted on the best of terms. I realize certain words were exchanged. Also, certain... bullets. But that's air through the engine. It's past. We're business people.
Mal ,'Serenity'
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.
§ ita § - Mar 15, 2010 1:36:13 pm PDT #16322 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Lee - Mar 15, 2010 1:41:49 pm PDT #16323 of 30001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I own an iron. It's around here somewhere.
I own one, and I know exactly where it is, but I have convinced myself that it will blow up if I ever try to use it. (seriously--I've dropped it a few too many times)
There are nearly fifty bottles in there.
I'm also going to send a few more. I had hoped it would happen today, but tomorrow is now more likely.
Oh, is it possible to get polish without having anything to give? I would be all over that, if it's not too late.
Of course. I will put you on the list after Amy. I need your address.
(and your soul)
Is there a Chicago stop? I'd be up for giving and taking.
There isn't yet, but I will add you after Jesse. Send me your address, please.
Atropa - Mar 15, 2010 1:59:17 pm PDT #16324 of 30001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
Speaking of nail polish, my order from Fabulous Street arrived. Yes, I really did need a(nother) black with holographic glitter polish.
Jesse - Mar 15, 2010 2:03:45 pm PDT #16325 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Sweet -- incoming, Perkins.
shrift - Mar 15, 2010 2:10:14 pm PDT #16326 of 30001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
My nails are painted with a color called "Never Enough Shoes."
Atropa - Mar 15, 2010 2:10:49 pm PDT #16327 of 30001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
My nails are painted with a color called "Never Enough Shoes."
I have that one! It is a bit too subtle of a sparkle for me to wear all the time, tho'.
§ ita § - Mar 15, 2010 2:12:52 pm PDT #16328 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
My nails are painted with a color called "Never Enough Shoes."
That reminds me of a much-loved quote from the much-maligned Ballistic: Ecks vs. Sever. "Some women buy shoes." I would prefer my weapons to outnumber my shoes, but I am willing to skimp on shoes to get by.
Burrell - Mar 15, 2010 2:13:27 pm PDT #16329 of 30001
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!
Oh Cash! I've seen those kinds of messages from Franny, but she usually puts them in her journal and leaves it for me to read it. Luckily, the "I love my mommy" messages outweigh the "I hate my mommy" ones.
We're just still recovering from the first "I HATE YOOOOOOOOUUUUUU" from a few months ago.
The first? I'm impressed. See above. We passed that milestone in preschool. At least now both kids are more likely to say they are angry or mad at me instead of saying they hate me.
Jesse - Mar 15, 2010 2:14:55 pm PDT #16330 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
You poor parents. Ruining lives left and right!
Cass - Mar 15, 2010 2:16:40 pm PDT #16331 of 30001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Ruining lives left and right!
Jesse, you misspelled rooining.