Oh deer loward, Fay. ::performs locator spell. waits::
I hope it works.
There are no absolutes. No right and wrong. Haven't you learned anything working for the Powers? There are only choices.
Jasmine ,'Power Play'
Spike's Bitches 44: It's about the rules having changed.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Beverly - May 20, 2009 4:58:29 pm PDT #10434 of 30000
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Fay - May 20, 2009 5:00:37 pm PDT #10435 of 30000
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.
I...honestly have no idea where it is.
sighs
This has been SUCH a week for fuckuppery, that it is only natural that this would happen. Still, at least I now have a bank card again. (The whole ATM-eating-my-bank-card-while-the-delivery-guy-with-my-plane-ticket-was-waiting-to-be-given-cash-and-I-still-had-a-mountain-of-reports-to-write side of Tuesday afternooon SUCKED. And that wasn't even the funniest part of my Tuesday.)
-t - May 20, 2009 5:01:46 pm PDT #10436 of 30000
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
Good results ~ma for Burrell.
Aimee's neck = still pretty, like the rest of her.
sj - May 20, 2009 5:12:11 pm PDT #10437 of 30000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
And lessening-pain vibes to sj.
Thanks, Bev. I'm feeling better after seeing my chiropractor today, and I'm hoping I can actually sleep tonight.
Cashmere - May 20, 2009 5:12:29 pm PDT #10438 of 30000
Now tagless for your comfort.
Beverly, you continuously charm my soul.
Fay, I really hope you find that. Under your sofa cushion or beneath a piece of clothing safely in your apartment.
Man, my day has been exhausting. Not in a bad way, but normalcy has just whipped my butt.
askye - May 20, 2009 5:21:33 pm PDT #10439 of 30000
Thrive to spite them
Fay, I hope you find the notebook.
I found my mouth guard I was looking for all over. It was under the tube of toothpaste. I didn't notice it when I moved things around to clean, only when I was picking something off the floor and looked up and saw it.
And I'm asking for some travel~ma for SLNRLBF for tomorrow. I'm sure that everything will be fine but he's a little worried that something will happen and he'll miss his connection in Atlanta. Or there will be a big delay before the plane takes off.
WindSparrow - May 20, 2009 5:30:02 pm PDT #10440 of 30000
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
Finding notebook~ma for Fay.
And travel~ma for SLNRLBF.
Hil R. - May 20, 2009 5:54:54 pm PDT #10441 of 30000
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
So. Today, I spent a total of about six hours doing actual work, and maybe half an hour or 45 minutes (spread out over several breaks) playing around on the internet. My advisor came to my office twice. And yes, both times, he walked in while I was playing around on the internet.
Hope you find your notebook, Fay.
I can't find my watch. I wore in Monday, didn't wear it Tuesday, and then couldn't find it this morning. No idea where it could be. Being watchless is disconcerting.
beth b - May 20, 2009 6:05:50 pm PDT #10442 of 30000
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
Sending out the find stuff ma~~~~`
and the good news, not cancer ma~~~`
and the less pain ma~~~~~
and the magical grading ma~~~~
and a little happy ending ma~~~~
ChiKat - May 20, 2009 7:46:15 pm PDT #10443 of 30000
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
Now you just have to make up awesome stories about how you got it.
My students ask me occassionally where I got my scar. I tell them they have to ask Mr. W (a friend and science teacher). He likes making up stories for those types of things. This is the story he made up for me: I was touring in an all-female production of Cats playing Old Deuteronomy. While in Bangkok, there was a terrible accident wherein some other cats pushed me (accidentally, of course) and I fell into the orchestra pit. My neck got sliced open as I landed on a cymbal.
Whenever he tells them this story, they always come running back to me asking if it's true. I usually respond, "Why would Mr. W lie about something like that?"
There are now about 200 middle schoolers who think that story is absolutely true.