Rennerrrrrr.
You got fired, and you still hang around here like a big loser. Why can't he?
Cordelia ,'Chosen'
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.
shrift - May 19, 2012 10:49:15 am PDT #5834 of 30001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
Zenkitty - May 19, 2012 10:51:27 am PDT #5835 of 30001
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
Rennerrrrrr.
Aw, man. I would'a done him anyway, but he's got to sing, too?
Calli - May 19, 2012 11:06:08 am PDT #5836 of 30001
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
Not bad.
Jesse - May 19, 2012 11:09:14 am PDT #5837 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
You'd pretty much be pouring eggnog onto your cupcakes. It sounds kinda gross.
That still sounds good! Like a custard trifle thing.
Matt the Bruins fan - May 19, 2012 11:29:38 am PDT #5838 of 30001
"I remember when they eventually introduced that drug kingpin who murdered people and smuggled drugs inside snakes and I was like 'Finally. A normal person.'” —RahvinDragand
Just remember not to add beef!
§ ita § - May 19, 2012 11:52:29 am PDT #5839 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
It sounds like wet cake to me. You can't have it.
Jesse - May 19, 2012 11:59:29 am PDT #5840 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Mmm...beef trifle.
It sounds like wet cake to me. You can't have it.
OK then forget it.
§ ita § - May 19, 2012 12:01:14 pm PDT #5841 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Whew.
Okay, the first time I did this, it didn't work--but then I actually followed the instructions properly, and whoa, nelly!
Jesse - May 19, 2012 12:10:41 pm PDT #5842 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
That's so creepy!
Strix - May 19, 2012 12:13:02 pm PDT #5843 of 30001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
Now I want trifle. Not beef, though; ewwww.
I swept the deck and as much as the patio as I could do without lawn bags and a shovel (for the MULCH under some of the old leaves.)
I want to seriously do nothing else for the rest of the day. My brain is just flatlined — nothing there.
I wish I had a close friend with a pool. I would totally crash it right now. Area public pools open next Saturday.
About the most strenuous thing I can imagine doing is a self-mani/pedi and maybe a book while laying on the bed. I don't know what to read, though. Maybe "The Night Circus" again —I read it over a period of a couple of weeks, which is very disjointed for me.
It's pretty out here, though! I just need a day off; I'll do some more constructive things tomorrow.