My toenail is still messed up from where I stabbed myself last summer.
Hello? Gay now!
Willow ,'Showtime'
Natter 65: Speed Limit Enforced by Aircraft
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
brenda m - Feb 24, 2010 4:55:57 pm PST #10686 of 30001
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
sarameg - Feb 24, 2010 5:02:56 pm PST #10687 of 30001
I can't figure out if I bruised'em from the underside or if they were getting bent back. I did have stylin' target bags over my socks, so was probably sliding around in the boots a little more than usual. FTR? the bags worked wonders. My boots, despite being waterproofed, ended up soaked through, but my feet stayed warm and dry. There was just no avoiding getting snow everywhere.
§ ita § - Feb 24, 2010 5:04:53 pm PST #10688 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I just went looking in the closed threads and found a very empty Bureau 1. I thought the board was looking out for my mental health.
The final post count is wonky. But you can replace the post_id with 1. Or threadsuck.
I have the database window open. Let me fix the post counts.
Before I tend to Aldis.
Thin crust pizza on its way. I'm even tipping with cash.
Lee - Feb 24, 2010 5:07:51 pm PST #10689 of 30001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Before I tend to Aldis.
Your priorities are very strange and off-putting.
§ ita § - Feb 24, 2010 5:15:51 pm PST #10690 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Your priorities are very strange and off-putting.
The database login also has a timeout. Aldis may take some time to savourhandle.
Wow. That was worth striking out. Because I look much more dignified this way.
Lee - Feb 24, 2010 5:23:58 pm PST #10691 of 30001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
It's...nice that you think so?
shrift - Feb 24, 2010 5:27:56 pm PST #10692 of 30001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
I'm making tacos.
Lately I've been amused by the fact that I discuss hardcore pornography at work possibly more often than I would had I got that job at Playboy. My life is a little ridiculous.
sarameg - Feb 24, 2010 5:47:48 pm PST #10693 of 30001
My neighbors made tacos too. And posted about it on FB. Since it is only a 5 minute walk away, I thought of going over there. Except I owe them big and already ate and that'd be rude (despite an open invite to dinner, they always make too much.)
I'm wishing Baltimore wouldn't be so shitty to them (in the year they've been here, M's had to be hospitalized with appendicitis, T's car has been broken into, M's car has been hit, trashcan's been stolen, fire was set in their alley) because I love having them as neighbors, and honestly, it is too bad they are just starting out in their careers and money is tight, or I'd be actively lobbying them to buy one of the upcoming for sale houses on the block. Hell, Matt knows and is loved by the block already!
smonster - Feb 24, 2010 6:30:02 pm PST #10694 of 30001
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
So I was telling my fantabulous roomie L the whole complicated Gus story, which evolved into me talking about how I love the Buffistas so and what a great community we have and... well, L, if you are lurking then HI!
§ ita § - Feb 24, 2010 6:44:39 pm PST #10695 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
So far I haven't gone hunting through old Natters for Gus posts. I suspect it might happen during slow spots at work tomorrow, though.
I'm not very good at letting some stuff go. But I want to revisit the genesis of tvtropes. Curses.
I'm glad the topic of him led to a good discussion, smonster.