Oh, Pacey! You blind idiot. Can't you see she doesn't love you?

Spike ,'Help'


Natter 48 Contiguous States of Denial  

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.


Liese S. - Dec 08, 2006 7:28:58 pm PST #5241 of 10007
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."

I didn't eat pizza, but I did have gnocchi. With alfredo sauce, because I was too lazy to make a sauce that required cutting. And I still feel full and kinda miserable hours later.

And I remember now that I ate the food so that I could take some ibuprofen to make my headache go away. But instead, I fell asleep watching Battlestar Galactica. Although, my headache is gone now, so maybe that's what I needed. On the other hand, I am now up, and the SO is still going to call me after his after-show party, so I am likely to be Up for a long time.

I wish I could get my sleep patterns straight, but they rarely are at all, and almost never when he's gone.


§ ita § - Dec 08, 2006 7:35:41 pm PST #5242 of 10007
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

What is wrong with my life that I make coffee calls instead of booty calls? Where did I go wrong?


Vortex - Dec 08, 2006 7:39:41 pm PST #5243 of 10007
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman

ita, we talked about this.


§ ita § - Dec 08, 2006 7:43:34 pm PST #5244 of 10007
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

I know...I know. And it was even an "if it's really no problem" coffee call. Much lameness.


Liese S. - Dec 08, 2006 7:47:03 pm PST #5245 of 10007
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."

Aww. Still, a coffee call is a Good Thing.

In our days of courtship, the SO brought me Sprite and tucked me in a blanket during the Great Strep Incident, and I knew it was luuuv. It had to be, 'cause I smelled awful.


Pix - Dec 08, 2006 8:05:37 pm PST #5246 of 10007
The status is NOT quo.

Someone please talk to me. I'm stuck outside a girls' bathroom chaperoning a 9th/10th grade dance, and Bithces is ded like a ded thread. Pretty please?


P.M. Marc - Dec 08, 2006 8:14:50 pm PST #5247 of 10007
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear

I think Sartre imagined your current position, Kristin.

Ugh.


Pix - Dec 08, 2006 8:18:17 pm PST #5248 of 10007
The status is NOT quo.

Damn you people with your "lives" and "sleeping"!

Have all my Buffistas forsaken me?? It's not even my Jesus year! (Which, btw, I was relieved to find out, because if it had been 31, I'd only have a couple months left of it...which would have been a bummer! I mean, I plan to get my mileage out of my Jesus year.)

Have I mentioned how painfully bored I am?

ETA: Plei!! Oh thank God. I am indeed trapped in an author's nightmare, but I think it's Dante's 9th/10th ring of hell.


Liese S. - Dec 08, 2006 8:22:01 pm PST #5249 of 10007
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."

Hee! When I was that age, I loved school dances with a desperate passion.

But I was a geek, so I never danced with anybody. But I loved to dance! And, O, the dramas.


Vortex - Dec 08, 2006 8:23:19 pm PST #5250 of 10007
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman

I'm here. but i'm going to bed soon. Have you had the classic clearly gay teen dancing awkwardly with his soon to be fag hag?