No energy, Perkins. Unless you wanna bring it?
Giles, if you would like to get by in American society, then you are going to have to follow our traditions. You're the patriarch. You have to host the festivities, or it's all meaningless.
Buffy ,'Sleeper'
Natter 36: But We Digress...
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.
Kat - Jun 29, 2005 7:51:10 pm PDT #5773 of 10001
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
Lee - Jun 29, 2005 7:55:12 pm PDT #5774 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
No. Seems like everyone else has gone to bed.
Kat - Jun 29, 2005 7:56:08 pm PDT #5775 of 10001
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
Yeah, well in the words of Steph and msbelle: EAT IT!
Lee - Jun 29, 2005 8:00:16 pm PDT #5776 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
no, You EAT IT!
Kat - Jun 29, 2005 8:04:21 pm PDT #5777 of 10001
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
You are clearly insane. Adorable. But insane.
Lee - Jun 29, 2005 8:04:48 pm PDT #5778 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Well, yeah.
Lee - Jun 29, 2005 8:05:20 pm PDT #5779 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Also, I am now earwormed with Weird Al Yankovich.
Damn you.
Kat - Jun 29, 2005 8:06:40 pm PDT #5780 of 10001
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
YAY! My work here is done.
Lee - Jun 29, 2005 8:12:22 pm PDT #5781 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
So.Mean.
§ ita § - Jun 29, 2005 8:42:20 pm PDT #5782 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Sorry for not bringing goo, Kat. I was all kinds of not home.
Perkins, I stole Bones off the web.