Vortex - Send list to me please! Thank you.
I can convert it for Steph if you want.
I've converted and sent already, but sending you a copy now.
And don't you ever stand for that sort of thing. Someone ever tries to kill you, you try to kill 'em right back! ... You got the right same as anyone to live and try to kill people.
Mal ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
F2F 2: Is there anybody here that hasn't slept together?
Plan what to do, what to wear (you can never go wrong with a corset), and get ready for the next BuffistaCon: New Orleans! May 20-22, 2005!
Vortex - May 20, 2004 5:51:01 am PDT #2756 of 9999
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
esse - May 20, 2004 5:51:36 am PDT #2757 of 9999
S to the A -- using they/them pronouns!
heh. Laura, sent to you too.
askye - May 20, 2004 5:51:46 am PDT #2758 of 9999
Thrive to spite them
ND-- that was probably me, if it was from allison. I tried to send it a few times and I had problems, I forgot to leave comments.
Steph L. - May 20, 2004 5:51:47 am PDT #2759 of 9999
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
I have achieved listage!!!
Thanks to the hundreds of people who made it happen.
Laura - May 20, 2004 5:53:01 am PDT #2760 of 9999
Our wings are not tired.
I got the ghetto list from SA! Thanks.
esse - May 20, 2004 5:54:12 am PDT #2761 of 9999
S to the A -- using they/them pronouns!
You're welcome. Too many cooks, eh?
billytea - May 20, 2004 5:54:20 am PDT #2762 of 9999
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
I have achieved listage!!!
Steph has a list! Quick, someone prop her up!
Lee - May 20, 2004 5:54:22 am PDT #2763 of 9999
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
WOOT! Leaving now. See people in 6 hours or so.
Steph L. - May 20, 2004 5:58:44 am PDT #2764 of 9999
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
Steph has a list! Quick, someone prop her up!
Sorry; that was a typo on my part.
I have Franz Liszt.
billytea - May 20, 2004 6:02:32 am PDT #2765 of 9999
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
I have Franz Liszt.
I have a Chopin Liszt. (Licorice allsorts!)