YAY, Allyson with the good hair day.
I really should go to the store. But every muscle I have is objecting.
Buffy: You tossed that vamp like he was a... little teeny vamp. Riley: You wanna go again? C'mon. I bet this place is just teeming with aerodynamic vampires.
'Help'
Natter 68: Bork Bork Bork
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
SuziQ - Sep 11, 2011 12:12:13 pm PDT #25442 of 30001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
smonster - Sep 11, 2011 12:12:46 pm PDT #25443 of 30001
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
I don't remember if I said it or just thought it, but it really is like the whole country is feeling the need to wear Smonster's new hard hat. In an entirely un-ironic way.
Heh.
You go, Erin!!
Laundry done, along with a good chunk of a barter arrangement. Now to stop by the grocery store and/or the pet store, then home.
Jesse - Sep 11, 2011 12:13:41 pm PDT #25444 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
It's like grief-porn.
Yes.
YAY PERKINS.
Sheryl - Sep 11, 2011 12:14:10 pm PDT #25445 of 30001
Fandom means never having to say "But where would I wear that?"
Back from the folk fest. The theme was "Peace and reconciliation". We were listening to traditional folk music, and it became a running joke about the performers not having any songs that fit the theme, because trad folk music.
Beverly - Sep 11, 2011 12:15:35 pm PDT #25446 of 30001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Peaches! I have some of those. I just finished a green leaf salad with egg and chicken (redundant much?) and cheese. I should have a peach.
And there will be corn on the cob for dinner.
Meanwhile I'm playing with digital photos of local color and domestic objects, and hanging out here.
Lee - Sep 11, 2011 12:25:25 pm PDT #25447 of 30001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
OOH, I have peaches too.
I hope they are not over ripe--I should go find out.
Lee - Sep 11, 2011 1:12:06 pm PDT #25448 of 30001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I can speak English, more or less, but can't seem to stop scratching things until they bleed.
What Ginger said, which is one of the reasons I don't want to take the bandage the doctor put on my toe off, even though I am supposed to today, especially after I banged it this morning at TJs and I'm pretty sure there is now more ooky stuff than there was before.
Consuela - Sep 11, 2011 1:16:13 pm PDT #25449 of 30001
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix
I got my nails done and hit the store(s) and now I have pizza fixings and the laundry is in the wash and the kitchen floor is scrubbed. What I should do is go cut back the bougainvillea, but I'd rather sit on my ass in front of SyFy and watch cheesy steampunk children's classics.
sarameg - Sep 11, 2011 1:17:05 pm PDT #25450 of 30001
It would be nice if I could accomplish housekeeping without causing bodily injury every time. Just knocked a tower fan into my ankle.
Got my swim in just in time, as thunderstorms started up.
Now I don't wanna anything more.
Atropa - Sep 11, 2011 1:18:49 pm PDT #25451 of 30001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
It's like grief-porn.
That's it exactly.
Thankfully most of my usual haunts online are not indulging in it. My Tumblr stream is all about Halloween, gothy fashion, books, pretty boys in eyeliner, and bats.
Not that I should be online much today, as it is the final push of organizing in prep for Kittenpocalypse tomorrow.