Ha, erin, you should send that to Not Always Right.
I've got two words that are going to make all the pain go away. Miniature Golf.
Mayor ,'Lies My Parents Told Me'
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.
Polter-Cow - Nov 02, 2010 9:15:59 am PDT #7291 of 30000
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!
erin_obscure - Nov 02, 2010 9:16:18 am PDT #7292 of 30000
Occasionally I’m callous and strange
yeah, i think what he really wanted was some1 to clean it up, Sorry! I'd get disciplined if i set up a call for an officer to go clean up insensitive decorations.
DCJensen - Nov 02, 2010 9:16:22 am PDT #7293 of 30000
All is well that ends in pizza.
Windsparrow and I got up early and voted. Then we napped. Now she's at work and I am sad.
erikaj - Nov 02, 2010 9:29:21 am PDT #7294 of 30000
Always Anti-fascist!
Why even post a three-star review? If I post about a thing it's "OMG, I heart my new thing." or one star "Have you no decency, madam?"(more likely to happen now as KO has taught me so many prep-school ways of saying "Your mama!") People don't stand up in the public square to say "meh...it's a'ight." Congratulations, sj!
Vortex - Nov 02, 2010 9:30:29 am PDT #7295 of 30000
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
Plus...if there's crime scene tape around it, the police ALREADY KNOW.
That's where I was going with it, until the knife and fake blood thing.
brenda m - Nov 02, 2010 10:20:32 am PDT #7296 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
Why even post a three-star review? If I post about a thing it's "OMG, I heart my new thing." or one star "Have you no decency, madam?"(more likely to happen now as KO has taught me so many prep-school ways of saying "Your mama!") People don't stand up in the public square to say "meh...it's a'ight." Congratulations, sj!
Hah! It's the "40-degree day" [TM Stringer Bell] of book reviews. (Yes, I spent a good deal of last week rewatching The Wire. What of it?)
ETA for people who didn't:
Stringer Bell: That's good. That's like a 40-degree day. Ain't nobody got nothing to say about a 40-degree day. Fifty. Bring a smile to your face. Sixty, shit, niggas is damn near barbecuing on that motherfucker. Go down to 20, niggas get their bitch on. Get their blood complaining. But forty? Nobody give a fuck about 40. Nobody remember 40, and y'all niggas is giving me way too many 40-degree days! What the fuck?
Barb - Nov 02, 2010 10:24:37 am PDT #7297 of 30000
“Not dead yet!”
Hah! It's the "40-degree day" [TM Stringer Bell] of book reviews.
BWAH!!!
Barb - Nov 02, 2010 10:25:40 am PDT #7298 of 30000
“Not dead yet!”
I just had to rewrite an essay revisiting my fifteen-year-old self. I was such a dork-- no wonder I didn't date until college.
The things I do in the name of promotion.
erikaj - Nov 02, 2010 11:18:50 am PDT #7299 of 30000
Always Anti-fascist!
I had forgotten that quote, Brenda, but Stringer is too right about that. Of course, around here, forty is much closer to "get your bitch on," but his overall theory is sound.
omnis_audis - Nov 02, 2010 12:15:49 pm PDT #7300 of 30000
omnis, pursue. That's an order from a shy woman who can use M-16. - Shir
Here in SoCal, 40º is hell freezing over. There'd be lots of bitching!
I tried to vote this morning. I hope it counted. Seems the state of CA got my updated license, with donor sticker and everything, but not my voter registration. Took forever to vote. And rather strange too, as it was in a nursing home. The foyer was crowded with wheel chairs just sitting around. Patients in the hallway. Like they were stacked up to land at LAX or something. Kinda strange.
Shir has too much work on to post here today, but she wanted me to put this link up:That is a great article! I linked it on my Facebook as well. Way to go Shir! So proud.
OK, back to work. Too much to do. Stressed? Me? No. Well. Maybe a bunch, but not too bad.