You know how posting makes things happen?
I cannot find the million dollars I misplaced.
(What?)
Buffy: He ran away, right? Giles: Sort of, more. turned and swept out majestically, I suppose. Said I didn't concern him. Buffy: So a mythic triumph over a completely indifferent foe? Giles: Well, I'm not dead or unconscious, so I say bravo for me.
'Same Time, Same Place'
Natter 66: Get Your Kicks.
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.
Steph L. - May 23, 2010 9:30:38 am PDT #1208 of 30001
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe
sarameg - May 23, 2010 9:31:34 am PDT #1209 of 30001
I kinda went back to bed. Coping mechanism, I guess. Too threatening to go walk, will go swim shortly. Mister Kitty is the same.
Lee - May 23, 2010 9:32:07 am PDT #1210 of 30001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Eminem?
Highfives Suzi
(I sent it to her)
sj - May 23, 2010 9:40:44 am PDT #1211 of 30001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
sarameg, so much ~ma for Mister Kitty.
Jesse - May 23, 2010 9:54:36 am PDT #1212 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
I cannot find the million dollars I misplaced.
Nice try.
Typo Boy - May 23, 2010 10:12:23 am PDT #1213 of 30001
Calli: My people have a saying. A man who trusts can never be betrayed, only mistaken.Avon: Life expectancy among your people must be extremely short.
What music goes with cleaning out the closet
R. Kelley - "Trapped in the Closet".
Atropa - May 23, 2010 10:20:22 am PDT #1214 of 30001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
Today: headache, clogged sinuses, lazy, approaching thunderstorm. Does barometric pressure affect mood/physical wellbeing? I'm starting to think yes.
It does for me. I can predict the weather with my sinus migraines. This is not the superpower I requested.
~ma to Mister Kitty.
Today for me is part two of Mud On Head (indigo, I did the henna part last night) and writing. If my sinus migraine does not permit writing, than I'm doing more organizing of the storage room.
msbelle - May 23, 2010 10:38:36 am PDT #1215 of 30001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
I have a bad habit of leaving stuff in the laundry room. My life is such that sometimes getting back down there the same day or even the next day just does not happen. I am totally fine, finding damp clothes in a basket. Really really fine finding mad wrinkled dry ones. BUT, someone removed my wet clothes from the machine and FOLDED THEM.....WET.
Also, I am taking pictures of things to ebay. I have a large shopping bag to go to the thrift store tomorrow (if it is not raining) and I think I'll get 9-12 listings up.
Scored a couple of good boxes for packing and might get one or two done after mac goes to sleep.
Amy - May 23, 2010 11:07:32 am PDT #1216 of 30001
Because books.
Lee just sent me SO MUCH '70s music. Cleaning clearly goes perfectly with "Rock the Boat" and "Seasons in the Sun" as well.
meara - May 23, 2010 12:02:35 pm PDT #1217 of 30001
90 degrees in May is insanity. INSANITY.
Better or worse than 45 and pouring rain? Cause that's what it was here in Seattle yesterday. Which is a different kind of May insanity. Seriously.
Am packed and ready to head to the airport, but dropped off friends at the train station, and then was planning to go to the bookstore for books to read on my flight, but couldn't find a parking space near food, and then realized my flight was almost an hour later than I thought, so gave up and came home to make food, cause I remembered I had library books, too.
Feel bad, because I spaced on a conference call for my nonprofit board, and was going to be on the plane--and was going to call and say I wouldn't be on...and got a call from the board president wanting to bitch that three other people had called to cancel so we wouldnt' have quorum. And he'd left vacation early to come home for the call. Way for me to feel like a shit. Damn.