Now, a sexy Ewok costume, OTOH....
Just stop this insanity right now, you hear me? This madness can only lead to sexy Jar-Jar, and no one wants that!
'Serenity'
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Now, a sexy Ewok costume, OTOH....
Just stop this insanity right now, you hear me? This madness can only lead to sexy Jar-Jar, and no one wants that!
This madness can only lead to sexy Jar-Jar, and no one wants that!
Me love yousa long time!
Me love yousa long time!
See, that was scarier than Zenkitty's link! (But funny enough to mitigate the scary.)
Ugh. Church that starts at 10am is inhuman. My church in London started at a respectable 11.30. Yawn.
I should really be going to sleep, but I fell asleep on the couch earlier and now I'm not sleepy. I haven't been to church since my grandmother's 90th birthday.
Shit. Can't find my student and bus cards anywhere. Need them both to get out of the house. And for once, just for once, I was ready to leave at time.
Edit: found! Your ~ma is fast and mighty, which is good. But I'm really gonna need it tomorrow.
Now leaving the house.
Good luck tomorrow, Shir!
I just walked home in the pouring rain, and am soaked. My ride was busy making out with her old fuckbuddy, whose birthday it was, after promising she wasn't going to, since that girl is offlimits in her new current relationship. Oops? Also, how does she get all the play? Sigh.
Good luck tomorrow Shir! You will be great!
Talked with my sister today. Seems Friday they got word, my BiL has a job!!! He starts Wednesday! Thank you all for the ~ma! It does work!!
Oh, don't you worry. I'll post a much more specific pleading for ~ma in the evening.
Great news about your BiL, omnis!
Yes! Very happy. I'm sure my sis will complain about the long commute and lack of time with him, etc. So it will be my job to remind her it is better than the commute to Iraq, and the 3 years of no job.
Now, to figure out what to do with the Sunday wedding. To go or not to go, that is the question. Tis nobler to be stag at a wedding for ass of a co-worker? Or... oh hell, this faux Shakespeare ran out of gas.