She looks like a freaking model. Not sure if this is locked or not... [link]
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It may have been irrational, WS, but totally understandable.
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...because God knows you need some satisfaction in life besides shagging Captain Cardboard! And I never really liked you anyway. And you have stupid hair!
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smonster - Dec 11, 2010 2:12:37 pm PST #10747 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Polter-Cow - Dec 11, 2010 2:33:12 pm PST #10748 of 30000
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!
She's cute, smonster. You said she was 15 when you left ?? How long is it been? She still looks 15.
sj - Dec 11, 2010 2:33:45 pm PST #10749 of 30000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
WS, please stay safe. It's not giving up; it's being smart.
WindSparrow - Dec 11, 2010 2:46:31 pm PST #10750 of 30000
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
Thanks, Stephanie and sj. I'm safe indoors, relaxing, having supper, contemplating drinking hot cocoa and watching some Firefly or something.
sj - Dec 11, 2010 2:52:39 pm PST #10751 of 30000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
WS, that sounds good. I'm sorry you and Daniel aren't snowed in together.
TCG and I are watching this weeks Castle which had been preempted for football and eating pasta.
Liese S. - Dec 11, 2010 2:57:48 pm PST #10752 of 30000
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
No, I totally get that. Daniel was stuck, you felt like you needed to do something, and you did. But best to call for help, instead of you getting hurt, and Daniel feeling like he needed to help you. Have you tried craigslist or Angie`s List? Or maybe AAA or someone could make a recommendation? You shouldn`t feel like you have to use a tradesman you don`t like. But even if you do, at least it`ll get done.
brenda m - Dec 11, 2010 3:09:37 pm PST #10753 of 30000
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
I had one of those weird ideas in my head that I had to clear the driveway so that Daniel could come home.... He's not. It's much safer, found him a hotel room that wasn't hideously spendy, and to be honest, I'm still worried about the prospects of him trying to drive home tomorrow. But still, weird feeling, completely irrational.
You wanna give my sister a call? She's playing a concert in Appleton tonight and I have to yet to be able to convince her not to drive home afterwards. That trip is awful in any kind of bad weather, and she's in a car that is likely to give up the ghost at any moment. And she has one of my credit cards in her pocket.
smonster - Dec 11, 2010 3:41:00 pm PST #10754 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Maybe 14? That was 2002, so she's 22 or 23.
Hot cocoa sounds good. Am watching Naomi Klein's "Shock Doctrine" and am getting more depressed. Might be time for hot cocoa and Nightmare Before Christmas, or Chrismukkah.
smonster - Dec 11, 2010 3:57:19 pm PST #10755 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Cocoa: need to whinge a bit more. I just discovered poison ivy of my left boob. Maybe the oil got on my hands when I undressed and from there to my boob? IDEFK.
WindSparrow - Dec 11, 2010 4:15:08 pm PST #10756 of 30000
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
You wanna give my sister a call?
Sure, I can give it a try....
Cocoa: need to whinge a bit more. I just discovered poison ivy of my left boob. Maybe the oil got on my hands when I undressed and from there to my boob? IDEFK.
Ok, now, that's the point at which I'd have gone bugnuts crazy, screaming and throwing things. You deserve a whinge or three. In fact, I would venture to suggest you deserve a full-fledged rant, if you want it.