I really need to figure out what do with with my smartphone before I head to London. Not that Hec's ass ever calls.
For dinner, I had strawberries, roasted brussels sprouts, and an apple and gouda chicken sausage. It was pretty good, you guys.
A ghost? What's the deal? Is every frat on this campus haunted? And if so, why do people keep coming to these parties, cause it's not the snacks.
Xander ,'Dirty Girls'
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.
shrift - Apr 20, 2011 6:02:05 pm PDT #4441 of 30001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
Vortex - Apr 20, 2011 6:05:51 pm PDT #4442 of 30001
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
Strix - Apr 20, 2011 6:12:02 pm PDT #4443 of 30001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
It sounds good, shrift. I had a Bertolli frozen pasta thingie, but tarted it up with butter, chicken stock, sauteed shrooms, lemon, cheese and fresh spinach. And a cheese breadstick.
And some DoubleStuf Oreo cakesters. I don't love oreos, but I am SO glad those cakesters come in little packages of two, or else I could eat a fuckton.
SuziQ - Apr 20, 2011 6:28:01 pm PDT #4444 of 30001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
I haven't been posting much lately, but I've been trying to keep up.
Gud - I hope a better and brighter opportunity is right around the corner for you.
Jilli & Pete and FredPete - I'm so sorry for your loses.
Msbelle - congrats on the part time job.
I've been enjoying K-Bug time, making plans for her graduation and moving out here. CJ's play is next week, so rehearsals are running longer and longer each day.
quester - Apr 20, 2011 6:38:27 pm PDT #4445 of 30001
Danger is my middle name, only I spell it R. u. t. h. - Tina Belcher.
~MA to all Buffistas suffering the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune right now!
shrift - Apr 20, 2011 6:48:17 pm PDT #4446 of 30001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
I did mean to say, congrats to msbelle! And I'm sorry that April is being the cruelest month to so many Buffistas.
Kat - Apr 20, 2011 6:49:15 pm PDT #4447 of 30001
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
Jilli and Fred, sorry about your losses.
Gud, here's to finding a job super fast!
msbelle, YAY new job.
I just got news that my friend David died on Monday. It wasn't a giant surprise -- he'd been battling cancer for years, most recently throat cancer followed by brain tumors. He'd been doing a slow retreat from life. The last time I saw him was in late spring 2010 when Grace and Noah went by his place. Pretty soon after that, he moved in with his son.
I will miss him so much and I'm wreaked that my children won't remember him better.
Sue - Apr 20, 2011 6:58:21 pm PDT #4448 of 30001
hip deep in pie
I'm so sorry Kat.
Strix - Apr 20, 2011 7:02:35 pm PDT #4449 of 30001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
Kat, I'm so sorry about your friend.
Damn, today has (mostly) sucked, hasn't it?
Tomorrow damned well better be...better. Or else.
sarameg - Apr 20, 2011 7:08:06 pm PDT #4450 of 30001
They'll remember him, through you. My middle name came from a woman who died before my memory took hold. But I know Marguerite, a fab LWV woman whose ERA blankies and onesies and crocheted sweaters and mitts are all in a cedar chest and I knew where they came from, long after I wore then. Cause of my parents.
It rather sucks, but also is a gift, those [friend]parents who don't live through our lives. Best can be is that the living parents gift the kids with the awesomeness that was, and how it happened when they were too wee to recall.