...and I'm remembering the conducting scene from The Secret of My Success. Maybe you can amuse yourself similarly? Or begin some remodeling in the room with the shared wall, hammering at the same tempo, perhaps? ETA: Or even better, counter-tempo.
Mal: Inara, think you could stoop to being on my arm? Inara: Will you wash it first?
'Heart Of Gold'
Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Beverly - Mar 29, 2015 4:00:44 pm PDT #18282 of 30002
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Steph L. - Mar 29, 2015 4:14:12 pm PDT #18283 of 30002
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
The Secret of My Success
Man, I loved that movie.
Beverly - Mar 29, 2015 4:28:49 pm PDT #18284 of 30002
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Zenkitty - Mar 29, 2015 7:18:02 pm PDT #18285 of 30002
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
I remember unfondly my apartment downstairs from Mr. Stamina McSqueakyBed.
And his dog, Clickety Cliphisnails.
erikaj - Mar 29, 2015 7:19:58 pm PDT #18286 of 30002
Always Anti-fascist!
My upstairs neighbor rented to a family with a hyperactive toddler. Before that, we just *thought* he was a dick.
WindSparrow - Mar 29, 2015 7:21:19 pm PDT #18287 of 30002
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
Old farm houses converted into duplexes aren't well sound-proofed, either. Good grief man, quit tickling your woman, can't you hear she doesn't like it? Well, we can.
Laura - Mar 30, 2015 3:25:16 am PDT #18288 of 30002
Our wings are not tired.
I'd be blasting a sound track of applause and cheering at appropriate moments.
So, I am at my sister's with #1 son. This is going to take some patience. I do have a reputation for having vast stores of same, and remarkable calm. Still going to test me. Trying to pick my battles. Today's first decision is how late to let him sleep in. When I went to bed at 10 something I made it abundantly clear that he was expected at computer at 8am to learn stuff if he really wanted to be my minion. He was up until at least 3am. Was outside talking loud on the phone at 1am. Playing league of legends. 6 vanilla cokes, 2 tubes of Ritz and a large container of soft cheese. You know where this is heading. Spoilerfont for the delicate. 7am massive barfing. Now when I was 23 I would have had to haul my ass to work no matter what. It is such a balance of my own peace and disrupting his. Right now I am just doing a bunch of the work I had been saving up to teach him.
May this be a spectacular week for Bitches. I am planning on having myself one no matter what!
Burrell - Mar 30, 2015 5:58:43 am PDT #18289 of 30002
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!
Ugh Laura. You are a saint.
sj - Mar 30, 2015 6:20:07 am PDT #18290 of 30002
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
{{{Laura}}} All sorts of ~ma headed your way.
My readings have both been high this morning. I have no idea why.
Laura - Mar 30, 2015 6:28:08 am PDT #18291 of 30002
Our wings are not tired.
How high? If it isn't adequately controlled by diet (This Is Not Your Fault!!), then they may have to put you on medication. Remember, only a few months. This is something you don't have control over, so just keep the end goal in mind.