Then I will never run out of Apocalypse Pansy.
ARGH, I have makeup for you! Must get to PO.
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Saffron ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
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.
Then I will never run out of Apocalypse Pansy.
ARGH, I have makeup for you! Must get to PO.
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I know next to nothing about tennis, but The Guardian's liveblogger is my new favorite person.
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NO such thing! Have you SEEN my (and Plei's) track records for getting things in the mail to people? The only time I manage to do it in a timely manner is when I hold closet culling sales! (And once I have more energy, I need to do another one.)
Re Russet potato, green onion, cabbage. Forget curry powder (words I never thought I'd utter). Bacon or corned beef or sausage. black pepper. salt. Maybe a little rosemary or maybe not. That is all.
The Guardian liveblogger is slowly going mad: [link]
That's hilarious.
As far south as Cincinnati. Seriously.
Dude. That's crazy.
Obama fired McChrystal.
Trash talking the boss in a national magazine can get you fired?! Who knew?
Oh, right. Packing. This is me packing now.
Now they've broken the scoreboard.
And the Wimbledon commentators floated the idea that there might be a rule that when it reaches 50-50, they flip a coin. I think they were serious.
Is it death? I think it might be death.
OMG. I'm dying here. I need to go heat up my lunch, but I don't want to leave the interwebs.
(48-47)
The only time I manage to do it in a timely manner is when I hold closet culling sales!
I NEVER get to the PO! I will do it next week, pinkie swear. (Heh, or rather "pink eye shadow swear.)