meara, that is kind of funny but I'm sorry the night wasn't what you were hoping for.
Zoe: Preacher, don't the Bible have some pretty specific things to say about killing? Book: Quite specific. It is, however, somewhat fuzzier on the subject of kneecaps.
'War Stories'
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.
smonster - Feb 09, 2013 10:22:01 pm PST #26098 of 30001
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Laura - Feb 10, 2013 3:52:09 am PST #26099 of 30001
Our wings are not tired.
That is quite a lot on your plate, smonster. I think you can make a plan and enjoy the festivities the next few days. Reading a book is likely what your body and mind needed as prep.
I just know there is discussion today among the old lady dykes about the hot young meara they admired last night.
{{Nora}} Roadrash sucks. I went down on my butt in the Home Depot parking lot a couple days ago. More embarrassing than anything else.
Dana - Feb 10, 2013 6:30:27 am PST #26100 of 30001
I'm terrifically busy with my ennui.
Yeah, I was at Endymion further up Canal. It was great until the stupid giant float couldn't make the turn and caused a 20 minute delay.
smonster - Feb 10, 2013 7:07:49 am PST #26101 of 30001
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
I just know there is discussion today among the old lady dykes about the hot young meara they admired last night.
Hee! Totally.
Nora! I forgot to comment on your fall. I am so sorry, but glad you weren't badly hurt.
I emailed D last night to ask for his help in making plans. He seems to make them and change them effortlessly. It's amazing to me.
I've started doing some dishes, which makes me feel better. Not sure if I'm going to make it to parades or not. My hip is really hurting, still, and I think riding my bike is making it worse.
smonster - Feb 10, 2013 7:14:34 am PST #26102 of 30001
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
OMG, if you want to hear D talk, he's hosting the paradecam RIGHT NOW. [link]
sj - Feb 10, 2013 7:54:30 am PST #26103 of 30001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Nora, I hope you aren't too sore from your fall.
I need to get my former college (that I did not graduate from) to stop sending me mailings. I have called several times, but to no success. I get one of these seemingly harmless postcards, and, without fail, a few nights later I will wake up from an anxiety dream in which my jaw has been clenched so tightly that I ended up with a headache for the rest of the day and with my heart racing.
erikaj - Feb 10, 2013 8:52:32 am PST #26104 of 30001
Always Anti-fascist!
I give my college the "nothing much" they gave me. Mike Love can suck it.
Zenkitty - Feb 10, 2013 9:24:12 am PST #26105 of 30001
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
sj, send them a change of address form! That's what I did, to route their mail back to my mom's house. It worked for a few years, then they found me again.
sj - Feb 10, 2013 9:27:27 am PST #26106 of 30001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
sj, send them a change of address form! That's what I did, to route their mail back to my mom's house. It worked for a few years, then they found me again.
I started getting this because when Mom sold her house last year, she sent in a change of address form to the post office for me; if I tried to send them back to Mom's current address, I don't think stepdad would be happy about it.
beekaytee - Feb 10, 2013 9:57:24 am PST #26107 of 30001
Compassionately intolerant
I finally sat down to work on some much avoided financial paperwork today and got so overwhelmed, I'm now watching an episode of the West Wing.
In Season 1 Episode 22, President Bartlet is planning to watch a women's softball game...one of the teams mentioned is my undergrad alma mater.
1) How did such an obscure school get that kind of notice?
2) Why do I feel compelled to share this with you?
See above: overwhelm, I guess.