|Our sad little lives, your comic relief.|
Anya: Ah well. We can't all be sane.
why have siblings if you can't toss them under the bus from time to time? they have to be good for something.
Real men aren't afraid of more letters.
Claris: so I hear you're making quite the nuisance of yourself at tbe Beta.
Disk is a verb now? This man has *stock options*, for the love of Pete.
I'm going to go finish the address labeling I wasn't going to do until tomorrow and then download my iPod software. And possibly go beat unsuspecting wildlife to death with my bare hands. Perhaps.
Dude. That icon? You look like an Hasidic man who has had his beard taken away. And his hair inexplicably dyed blonde.
c'mon people, dance! dance! you must amuse me!
besides, who even knows if we'll want it back after the season finale? for all we know, JJ's upped his daily crack allowance and we'll all want to throw our TVs out of our upper story windows anyway. And we love our TVs.
Would it have been wrong to hit her with the skateboard? I mean, in the grand scheme of things.
I could probably write a more grammatically incorrect sentence than the last one if I tried, but you know, I am beholding the spontaneous glory.
You have my deepest sympathies
Because, seriously? Unless you are a rice-paddy farmer, you really don't need fifteen kids.
An overly ambitious and aggressive Canada goose tried to attack my car as I drove into the work complex. I feel my car might have won, if I hadn't stopped. Bloody Canadian spies.
Claris: Sam, I am so bored with life at the moment. Let's blow something up.
Claris: hrm. didn't I just see you? *g*
OzLady: It's not that it doesn't fit. Because I do have an hour-glass figure.
The cat and I are settled in our new digs. If by settled you mean quaking under the bed in fear and totally overwhelmed by the number of boxes left to unpack. It's a toss up as to which one of us is doing the quaking and who is overwhelmed.
He's a warped boy, I tell you. I made him that way with years of careful mental torture and abuse.
they will probably be less than happy about my advice. Ah well. That's why they pay me the mediocre bucks.
Mr. Whyt: bah, have to get my peeper poked and prodded
This is a day of seething rage and hatred. Well, it is Thursday.
Claris:qu'est que phrenology, anyway? I was going to look it up & post the definition, but then I got distracted by a shiny nickel, and that was way more interesting
It'd be funny if there were to be a backlash of sewing original or patterned dresses, thereby depriving these nutters of coerced income.
HAR HAR! What a cute puppy!
I also non-verbally indicated that I wasn't interested
Yes! We continue to be unappealing to the opposite sex! Go us!
is it irritating blonde bimbette month and no one told me?
Very nice. She may live *waves sceptor*
i am sad about ray charles. i've always wanted to see him perform live, but never got the chance. i hope he died in peace, and not because he couldn't stand another day of the reagan coverage.
Also, am I a bad person if I saw the following headline and assumed that the French somehow got on the Reagan funeral schedule?
Yes. Doubly so, do not prostyltize on an airliner in New York and connect it to 911. Bad, bad idea, which will result in you spending a lot of quality time with the FBI.
Claris: so I just got an IM from my sister that only said, "Apparently, the baby can no longer be left on the couch alone". I'm assuming that means my nephew figured out how to crawl. *g*
Now if you'd just put that tiresome genetics homework down, you'd know these things. *grin*
Yes, the world of building contracting is a strange and complex labyrinth where mere mortals fear to tread.
Dating is a game of chess, and I like the pretty horsy pieces.
I've come to the conclusion that Karen has either fallen off the side of the world entirely, or that she had so much sex with James that she is unable to even crawl to the computer.
What. The Hell. Is. that? Other than a badly shown example of what happens when you run over dear on tarmac.
Also, do not even get me started on the pile of illogical nonsense that is this country's politics. I have to study it for one of my AS exams, and I'm about to gouge out my eyes from the irrationality of it.
*sigh* And since that's obviously bored you... I think it's bedtime. Need to wash up, brush my teeth and off to dream sweet dreams of revolutions and barbaric acts of violence...
Now that Miss F is out of the picture, I look forward to calm evenings with no police intervention.
He was the best non-mammal, not-actually-alive roommate a girl could have.
so I'm using a new ftp, & the server asked me for a password, which it never had before.
I told her last night. I said since you guys would make up like 75% of the place, you could make your own rules.
Ever get the feeling that you live in the Roman Empire? And you keep hearing this weird creaking noise, like something is about to collapse?
OzLady: Guess what I am doing? So apparently Courtney and David named the new Arquette... Coco. Um, sure. As I told a coworker today "Hey, at least it's not Apple," which really is going to be the standard to which all Hollywood names are compared until an Olson Twin gets knocked up and names her kid Twinkle. Okay, enough of that. Back to evildoing.
So apparently Courtney and David named the new Arquette... Coco. Um, sure. As I told a coworker today "Hey, at least it's not Apple," which really is going to be the standard to which all Hollywood names are compared until an Olson Twin gets knocked up and names her kid Twinkle.
Okay, enough of that. Back to evildoing.