Sigh. So the plumber is supposed to come at 11AM. Or between 11-1. And they called at 8:30 and said "Can we come NOW?" and I had to say no, cause I was just about to get on a super important conference call, and wouldn't be able let him in or tell him the problem or whatever. And now I'm afraid I've jinxed it...
'The Girl in Question'
Spike's Bitches 46: Don't I get a cookie?
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Being a Buffista means never having to say "Am I the only one who misread that?"
And yet, saying it anyway.
Being a Buffista means never having to say "Am I the only one who misread that?"
And yet, saying it anyway.
True, but the feeling of lonely foolishness generally evaporates with the chorus of "No, that's what it looked like to me, too," replies.
Man, when those Blackhawks go by, you know it. I was just sitting here in my living room when I heard the not-unusual-sound-of-helicopters-in-Los-Angeles. Except it sounded like a helicopter was coming in for a landing on top of my building. As I was listening, I noticed it had that particularly "blatty" sound, so I walked over to the window and sure enough, there's a pair of Blackhawks flying low and straight out toward the coast. They'd passed almost right overhead.
Timelies, folks.
Have a good trip, Perkins!
Good luck on the book launch tonight, Allyson!
"Singin' in the Rain" a *bad* movie? Man, you weren't kiddin' about hallucinating!
Sigh. Plumber is now here, and we cannot replicate the leak. ARGH.
Of course, he also basically decided he couldn't figure out what was the problem without tearing apart the porch ceiling?!? So he's just taken apart some of the fixtres, seen nothing, and is putting them back and recaulking. Sigh.
I'm very lucky one internet friend pulled my night out of the dumper last night. I was *this* close to crying myself to sleep at 6pm (although it would certainly have been better for me to go to sleep at 6pm than at 5am like I really did).
What also helped was that my parents gave me a card where both my mom and my dad wrote substantial bits. And it was eerie how much they said what I needed to hear. Given that both of them spend a lot of time not listening to me when I'm speaking (like asking me something and walking out of the room as I respond to them), I'm astounded at how well what they wrote fits what's going on for me. Anyway, I was really touched and told them so. But I told them in email so they wouldn't walk away from me as I was saying it...
"Singin' in the Rain" a *bad* movie? Man, you weren't kiddin' about hallucinating!
Some characters annoyed me. Mostly the male star. And apparently, I didn't like most of the songs. And the dancing parts were too long.
Hey, that's what I remember (with hallucinations and everything).
"Singin' in the Rain" a *bad* movie? Man, you weren't kiddin' about hallucinating!
In my brain, she meant to say My Fair Lady.
In my brain, she meant to say My Fair Lady.
TAKE THAT BACK, MY FAIR LADY IS BRILLIANT. Even if I married a version of Henry Higgins.