The one on Rogers Ave, near the Metra line.
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.
Cat sleeping on my back leg. Makes it hard to start once a month cooking. This is my 7th excuse today, and they've all been winners!
Someone brought pizza for everyone!
I'm not really hungry. Bit it's nice how everyone is in good spirits and helping each other out.
Cat sleeping on my back leg
You have back legs? Or just one?
You have back legs? Or just one?
See, whereas I was wondering where her front legs were...
I am the last person in line at this early voting location. When they closed the doors they joked that I'd get a prize. I think they decided on 50,000 rubles. I've been here for an hour and I'm wishing I'd brought coffee and a Luna bar.
So I'm on twitter and John Kerry has been talking mad shit about Romney. Funny though. Today's latest:
I'm wishing My phone was fully charged when I started. Luckily there are bathrooms.
Until a confusion in the fic I just read, I hadn't actually realised that "patron" was one of those words--what are they called? That also mean their opposite? Like "cleave"? But not "raze"--that's just a false alarm.
It's weird the things you technically have the information for, but don't think of.
How long is the line for you, Aurelia? Where are you?