My hair would never be dry if I didn't use a hairdryer, unless it were shorter than like an inch. It took hours to dry just from sweating this afternoon.
Spike: At least give me Wesley's office since he's gone. Angel: He's not gone. He's on a leave of absence. Spike: Yeah, right. Boo-hoo. Thought he killed his bloody father. Try staking your mother when she's coming on to you! Harmony: Well…that explains a lot.
'Destiny'
Natter 72: We Were Unprepared for This
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.
Jesse - Jul 28, 2013 1:57:16 pm PDT #570 of 30000
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Matt the Bruins fan - Jul 28, 2013 2:09:37 pm PDT #571 of 30000
"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
I can now cross having a threesome under the open sky in a backyard swimming pool off my bucket list. Needless to say, it was a fun afternoon.
Burrell - Jul 28, 2013 2:11:28 pm PDT #572 of 30000
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!
You chose well, Matt.
Jesse - Jul 28, 2013 2:12:00 pm PDT #573 of 30000
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
That sounds wonderful.
§ ita § - Jul 28, 2013 2:18:02 pm PDT #574 of 30000
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I haven't used a hairdryer for almost thirty years now. One of the tips on handling lino for printing recommended warming it up with a hairdryer, and I haven't decided on the substitute yet--hold it face down over the hot stove, maybe?
I haven't bruised myself much recently, but you can't tell. I'm toting around bruises that are five, ten years old. I expect to take them to my grave, unless I misplace my legs before that for any reason.
Scrappy - Jul 28, 2013 2:35:02 pm PDT #575 of 30000
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
No threesome, but I did get my nails done. A satiny green and I am quite pleased with it.
flea - Jul 28, 2013 2:48:45 pm PDT #576 of 30000
information libertarian
Casper is having a total meltdown tonight. First it was crying because she decided at 6pm she wanted a pet frog, and learned that a) the frog store closed at 5 and b) we don't just buy pets on the spur of the moment, we have a conversation and get parental permission first. This fit went on for 75 minutes, then switched to a fit (ongoing; she is currently crying in the bath) over the fact that she is not going to get an iPad, iPad mini, iPhone, or iPod touch with camera for her birthday, because she is only turning 10, and we have a family iPad mini and iPod touch she is welcome to use.
I honestly think she's just having a pre-emptive freakout because Dillo has freaked out from 8-10pm every night for the past week, and she wants a turn.
WindSparrow - Jul 28, 2013 2:52:20 pm PDT #577 of 30000
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.
One of the times I was bruising randomly in an excessive way, it was from a potassium deficiency.
Napping sounds like a capital idea, as do Vegas and Austria. Sadly I am at work. So I can't have any of it now.
Jesse - Jul 28, 2013 2:53:45 pm PDT #578 of 30000
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
I honestly think she's just having a pre-emptive freakout because Dillo has freaked out from 8-10pm every night for the past week, and she wants a turn.
That...sounds about right. Sorry.
Consuela - Jul 28, 2013 2:55:28 pm PDT #579 of 30000
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix
Oh, god, someone tell me I'm not going to die?
I woke up at 4 AM this morning with my head spinning--almost literally. I couldn't keep my eyes from jerking back & forth. Cancelled my morning run, went back to bed. Realized I couldn't sleep on my side because that made the spinning worse.
Got up at 10 to spend a while on the bathroom floor, joy. Back to bed. Head still spinning, and I can only move Very Very Cautiously. My sister, bless her, stopped by with Coke & applesauce, and cleaned my kitchen.
And my brother the doctor called & thinks it might be viral labrynthitis, which Wikipedia tells me can last a week, and then might need months of PT to recover from. (!!!)
All this on a week when I'm supposed to do a part-time professional gig for one of my old bosses. I was going to be paid! And I have a breakfast interview on Wednesday. And now I can't even make it to the bathroom without hanging onto the doorsills.
I could do with a much more peaceful and unexciting life at the moment, I'm just saying.