If I had a magic wand, I'd waft some of the EXCESSIVE HEAT we've got toward the west coast.
NO
t resolve face
You're wrong about River. River's not on the ship. They didn't want her here, but she couldn't make herself leave. So she melted... Melted away. They didn't know she could do that, but she did.
River ,'Objects In Space'
Natter 70: Hookers and Blow
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.
Lee - Jul 03, 2012 7:50:04 am PDT #12546 of 30001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Jesse - Jul 03, 2012 7:51:57 am PDT #12547 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Argh! I didn't get that apartment! Am now frantically making appointments for others.
Consuela - Jul 03, 2012 7:52:03 am PDT #12548 of 30001
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix
It's not the weather making me cold, I'm afraid. I'm just cold. Wore wool socks to bed last night cold.
Scrappy - Jul 03, 2012 7:57:08 am PDT #12549 of 30001
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
Housing~ma, Cowgirl!
JenP - Jul 03, 2012 7:57:53 am PDT #12550 of 30001
Crap, Jesse!! Good hunting. You will find a great one.
JenP - Jul 03, 2012 7:59:17 am PDT #12551 of 30001
Job-~ma to Tom. Knock 'em ded.
shrift - Jul 03, 2012 7:59:31 am PDT #12552 of 30001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
What, Lee, you don't want crazeballs humidity and a heat index that's bananas?
DavidS - Jul 03, 2012 8:00:28 am PDT #12553 of 30001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Argh! I didn't get that apartment! Am now frantically making appointments for others.
Please forward all of the Cowgirl's mail to the Peabody YWCA.
Fred Pete - Jul 03, 2012 8:12:05 am PDT #12554 of 30001
Ann, that's a ferret.
Job~, apartment~, and any other necessary~ma heading out from here.
Lee - Jul 03, 2012 8:18:09 am PDT #12555 of 30001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
What, Lee, you don't want crazeballs humidity and a heat index that's bananas?
No.