Kaylee: You're nice, too. Mal: No, I'm not. I'm a mean old man.

'Serenity'


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!


Liese S. - Aug 11, 2004 12:10:30 pm PDT #7247 of 9999
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."

Yay, Nilly!


Lee - Aug 11, 2004 12:23:28 pm PDT #7248 of 9999
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

Let me know if my address is needed, JZ.


JZ - Aug 11, 2004 12:43:29 pm PDT #7249 of 9999
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.

Yes'm, please.


Matt the Bruins fan - Aug 11, 2004 12:50:29 pm PDT #7250 of 9999
Oh honey, the mentally unwell people have been in the fanbase since Game Changers was Stucky fanfiction on the internet. The calls have been coming from inside the house the whole time!

Wheee! So much vicarious fun.

I don't recall seeing if the Sommervillians mentioned the USS Constitution or the less-historical-but-still-neat New England Aquarium closeby. Just more options for excursion settings.


Astarte - Aug 11, 2004 12:57:54 pm PDT #7251 of 9999
Not having has never been the thing I've regretted most in my life. Not trying is.

There's swouncing in Texas.

IJS.


Lee - Aug 11, 2004 1:04:57 pm PDT #7252 of 9999
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

JZ, insent.


Daisy Jane - Aug 11, 2004 1:06:43 pm PDT #7253 of 9999
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."

There's swouncing in Texas.

Up in this part of it too.


SuziQ - Aug 11, 2004 1:13:34 pm PDT #7254 of 9999
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame

Deb insent


deborah grabien - Aug 11, 2004 1:38:10 pm PDT #7255 of 9999
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

lexine, I just sent you an answer to an earlier question.

I have had cookma. In looking for a dedicated 8-quart stockpot in which to make kosher bean soup that everyone will be able to pig out on, I stopped at the local Ross and found a nice stainless steel one, with no price. I asked the nice saleslady, explained why I needed it, and she promptly rang it up for me with an imaginery price of:

Five bucks.

Doooood.


Beverly - Aug 11, 2004 1:51:29 pm PDT #7256 of 9999
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

Dooood, indeed. Taking the nice lady a serving of soup, yes?