stabby stabby stabbity.
If you want me to leave, you can put your hands on my hot, tight little body and make me.
Spike ,'Get It Done'
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.
msbelle - Sep 12, 2012 8:18:14 am PDT #21839 of 30001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
§ ita § - Sep 12, 2012 8:18:51 am PDT #21840 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Best of wishes for your mother, Scrappy.
Plane is finally boarding. I can come out of alert mode. I woke up an hour early, restive, and have been anxious ever since. That's why i like this milestone in any plane trip--you're no longer in control. What's forgotten is left behind, you can't buy another one, soon there will be no phone or internet, and all I have is the niggling worry I sent my parents the wrong PDF. Which is amusing enough that I won't check for a bit. I'm going to figure out how to turn off notifications for work email on my phone (this is one crap app), and then it's incommunicado until Miami.
Later, 'tater tots!
§ ita § - Sep 12, 2012 8:18:58 am PDT #21841 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Oops!
Bye.
Jesse - Sep 12, 2012 8:24:24 am PDT #21842 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Have fun, ita!
brenda m - Sep 12, 2012 9:21:55 am PDT #21843 of 30001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
Bye!
It took me 8 minutes to find my car keys this morning, which meant I was late leaving the house, which kind of makes me want to give up on the day, since I am already behind.
The dog's eyeball popped out of her head so we made our third vet visit this month. $100 and some eye goop and hopefully it all clears up.
[That may not be the technical term for what happened.]
Liese S. - Sep 12, 2012 9:26:28 am PDT #21844 of 30001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Aww, doggie. Get well soon.
I hate when I have, like, five minutes until I have to do something. What am I supposed to do for five minutes? I can't even procrastinate something successfully in five minutes.
Lee - Sep 12, 2012 9:29:32 am PDT #21845 of 30001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Poor doggie
Also though, ewwwww
brenda m - Sep 12, 2012 9:32:22 am PDT #21846 of 30001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
Very ew. Prolapsed third eyelid, also known as "cherry eye". Hopefully just conjunctivitis causing swelling, but we'll see.
Jesse - Sep 12, 2012 9:32:47 am PDT #21847 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
What Lee said.
Since my commute is almost no time at all now, I'm getting later and later, which will not work. Today I was #13 of 14 waiting for the van. Yesterday I was #14.
Liese S. - Sep 12, 2012 9:35:13 am PDT #21848 of 30001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
You know what I hate worse than having five minutes until I have to do something? Being five minutes late for something I was supposed to do, and still not being able to do it.
Conform to my will, universe!