Want kitten
Joyce: Dawn, you be good. Xander: We will. Just gonna play with some matches, run with scissors, take candy from some guy, I don't know his name.
'Beneath You'
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 - Sep 22, 2012 9:36:46 pm PDT #23102 of 30001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
le nubian - Sep 22, 2012 9:38:38 pm PDT #23103 of 30001
"And to be clear, I am the hell. And the high water."
he's an amateur photographer! he is really good, right?
§ ita § - Sep 23, 2012 1:12:08 am PDT #23104 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
What are you referring to?
Nothing! The meaning is irrelevant. I'm just trying to finish off a sentence not worth the paper it's written on.
Doctors don't want to give me my meds. Back down to 2 at a time. I know both my doctors have written letters in the past month. I've read them. I wish the ED would say to their faces, so to speak, that they reject them, instead of going through me.
billytea - Sep 23, 2012 1:45:32 am PDT #23105 of 30001
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
Nothing! The meaning is irrelevant. I'm just trying to finish off a sentence not worth the paper it's written on.
I don't have an answer, but I think you should work fin de siècle in there.
§ ita § - Sep 23, 2012 1:58:43 am PDT #23106 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Oh, that would be good. I was toying with l'esprit de l'escalier, but yours is better, because it's not self-deprecating.
I gave the attending my best "This is how much my life sucks" in response to her "Why every Saturday?" query. The clockwork nature disturbs dime people who take the time to read my records.
She wrote for four. Albeit in a three minute bag, but I'm choosing my battles.
Okay back to work. For reals. Waiting for the deployment to pass IT validation so I can send out the all clear. I'm having town crier urges.
Who here uses Android but not Swype? What do you use instead? Have you tried Swype? Why didn't you like it?
§ ita § - Sep 23, 2012 2:31:03 am PDT #23107 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Serial: this news just in--ita ! is still addicted to the hospital Graham crackers. Today's nurse gave her a shitload. Another one, walking by, suggested peanut butter on them. Am intrigued...
Connie Neil - Sep 23, 2012 2:58:30 am PDT #23108 of 30001
brillig
Dear lord, the kitten longing is strong.
Nilly - Sep 23, 2012 3:22:33 am PDT #23109 of 30001
Swouncing
In my lately usual skipping-lots-ignoring-ongoing-conversations-and-poking-my-head-for-a-short-time manner, I'm poking my head because, according to the Buffista Calendar, today is Emmett's birthday.
Happy birthday, you big I-probably-can't-call-you-a-boy-anymore-can-I? (at least not to your face, since it's probably way way over mine. I may be able to talk straight to your elbow or something) With lots of wishes for a great day and a wonderful year, for you and all your family!
§ ita § - Sep 23, 2012 3:46:34 am PDT #23110 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Emmett is 25, i think. It would explain so much. Happy birthday, Sasquatch!
Tips from the ER: if you lose a tooth and it looks like it's in good condition, rinse off any debris, and KEEP OUT IN YOUR MOUTH until you get to a medical professional and hand it over.
The milk thing tops out at 20 minutes, max. Say bye bye to the nice canine.
Burrell - Sep 23, 2012 4:12:53 am PDT #23111 of 30001
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!
Oh Scrappy, I'm so sorry about your mother's news but so glad that you were able to be there.
Happy birthday Emmett!
And um, let's see, I'm on day whatever of this latest insomnia attack. Last night slept 4 hours, haven't had more than 4 or 5 hours of sleep all week. I'm getting a bit stressed about it as I am starting to lose a bit of my executive functioning ability. I decided to just get up this am at 5 and accept defeat with the idea of getting a bit of grading done before my day started properly. Instead I'm awake for Franny calling out for comfort at 5:30 and then again just a few minutes ago when Isaac woke up as well. Tucked him in with his dad. Now to grade.
Oh and ita, DH lost his two front teeth. His mom did the milk thing and drove him to the dentist, not the ER, and they promptly replaced them and they've been in his head ever since.