I'll be learning to do window restoration and weatherizing - and man, one thing this town has is a shitton of old windows.
You can start a collection of vintage sash weights!
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'
Spike's Bitches 47: Someone Dangerous Could Get In
[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.
DavidS - Apr 10, 2012 6:16:48 am PDT #11127 of 30001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Calli - Apr 10, 2012 6:29:07 am PDT #11128 of 30001
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
I'm glad you got the job, smonster, and that they're willing to work around your parents' visit.
smonster - Apr 10, 2012 7:03:11 am PDT #11129 of 30001
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
A collection of vintage sash weights would be... heavy. And cylindrical. Good for stubbing toes and bashing in intruders' heads, not much else. "Now, *this* is a 12-pound 1898 weight from a 6-over-6 cypress window in Treme... I have it on *good authority* that Jelly Roll Morton once had sex with a prostitute up against this very window, but of course I can't actually *prove* it."
Nora Deirdre - Apr 10, 2012 7:06:05 am PDT #11130 of 30001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
. I have it on *good authority* that Jelly Roll Morton once had sex with a prostitude up against this very window, but of course I can't actually *prove* it."
Ahahahaha. Though the last part is implied (as with every tall tale told here) and never said out loud.
Strix - Apr 10, 2012 7:06:54 am PDT #11131 of 30001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
smonster, that's great!
Zenkitty - Apr 10, 2012 7:38:19 am PDT #11132 of 30001
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
Good news, smonster!
I felt marginally better when I got up this morning, but now looking at all the work in my inbox and the piles of things I have to do at home and the business trip in two weeks I have to find clothes for... I want chocolate and rum and a houseboy. Also, a quiet cat. SHUT UP DARLING.
I lost ten pounds. That's good. I haven't been able to stick to the diet for a week. That's not good. But I didn't put any of the weight back on, so that's good. Trying to concentrate on the good, and not on the boxes of chocolate I want to be eating right now. Damn hormones.
Ginger - Apr 10, 2012 7:40:01 am PDT #11133 of 30001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Thanks for the good outcomes -ma. Sadly, it didn't work.
smonster - Apr 10, 2012 7:41:33 am PDT #11134 of 30001
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Oh, shit, Ginger. What's up?
Ginger - Apr 10, 2012 7:46:55 am PDT #11135 of 30001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Breast cancer metastasis to the bones.
javachik - Apr 10, 2012 7:49:47 am PDT #11136 of 30001
Our wings are not tired.
Oh fuck.