Goodness, SailAweigh. I'm picturing such a wee steampunk existence for the ants in your car. All hot and noisy, with death one wire away.
I want someone to make an animated film about this.
Can't even shout, Can't even cry. The Gentlemen are coming by. Looking in windows, knocking on doors. They need to take seven, and they might take yours. Can't call to mom, can't say a word. You're gonna die screaming but you won't be heard.
Dream Girl ,'Bring On The Night'
Spike's Bitches 22: You've got Angel breath
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Calli - Mar 02, 2005 7:52:01 am PST #4026 of 10001
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
SailAweigh - Mar 02, 2005 7:54:32 am PST #4027 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
I know! I'd never had ants get in a car before. It was the strangest thing. And I had no idea how to get rid of them, but they seemed to find their own method of mass destruction so I just left them to it.
brenda m - Mar 02, 2005 7:55:47 am PST #4028 of 10001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
I've never had ants in my car. Once I had just started to drive to work and a cat popped up from inside the hatchback.
Ginger - Mar 02, 2005 7:58:11 am PST #4029 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
I know a car radio that nuked an ant, then crackled and popped 'til service was scant
I don't know why it nuked the ant
Perhaps I can't.
(I know. I probably need drugs.)
Steph L. - Mar 02, 2005 7:59:22 am PST #4030 of 10001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
I have a headache and I think hotmail ate all my saved e-mail (which goes back about 4 or 5 years).
I would really like to go back to bed.
Cashmere - Mar 02, 2005 8:00:25 am PST #4031 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.
That happened to me, teppy. The fuckers.
Steph L. - Mar 02, 2005 8:01:54 am PST #4032 of 10001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
That happened to me, teppy. The fuckers.
Recently?
Cashmere - Mar 02, 2005 8:07:56 am PST #4033 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.
a couple of months back. After I switched to gmail, I didn't realize if I didn't log onto Hotmail every 30 days, they'd wipe out my inbox. They wiped it out completely.
Steph L. - Mar 02, 2005 8:10:24 am PST #4034 of 10001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
a couple of months back. After I switched to gmail, I didn't realize if I didn't log onto Hotmail every 30 days, they'd wipe out my inbox. They wiped it out completely.
Hmm. Hotmail is my primary e-mail. I check it, like, 100 times a day.
My inbox still has messages, as does Trash and Sent Messages -- those are the default Hotmail folders. The ones I seem to have lost are messages in custom folders I made to organize my messages -- one for freelancing, one for the tiara exchange, one for my writing class, etc.
The folders are still there, but all the messages in them are gone.
Nora Deirdre - Mar 02, 2005 8:10:45 am PST #4035 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
seekrit message for Deena:
Thanks for your email! My brain finally recognized what my eyes were seeing correctly and the problem is solved.
And, you rock!!
Man, people are so nice to me. I am a bit stunned, as I feel like I've just been a awful lazy petulant brat lately here and in the Real World. I'm still embarassed about my whining and whinging in Natter yesterday.
Signed,
I still quiz my husband as to why he loves me.