It's the zing in those Zinger teas, I believe.
Jayne, you'll scare the women.
Zoe ,'Bushwhacked'
Natter 67: Overriding Vetoes
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, nail polish, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Jesse - Dec 15, 2010 4:39:39 pm PST #11422 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Amy - Dec 15, 2010 4:42:04 pm PST #11423 of 30001
Because books.
In Jamaica we call a kind of hibiscus sorrel.
Ah. That's a whole other thing then, yeah.
§ ita § - Dec 15, 2010 4:42:09 pm PST #11424 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Mine'll put some whoa in your panties.
msbelle - Dec 15, 2010 4:46:16 pm PST #11425 of 30001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
do we want whoa in our panties?
Amy - Dec 15, 2010 4:48:30 pm PST #11426 of 30001
Because books.
Oh my.
Cashmere - Dec 15, 2010 4:48:57 pm PST #11427 of 30001
Now tagless for your comfort.
That's what she said.
meara - Dec 15, 2010 4:53:09 pm PST #11428 of 30001
I'm not sure I'm comfortable having whoah in my panties. Dang.
But I DO like hibiscus. And rum.
Sophia Brooks - Dec 15, 2010 4:55:06 pm PST #11429 of 30001
Cats to become a rabbit should gather immediately now here
I think, at this point, I would rather have OB in my panties...
sarameg - Dec 15, 2010 5:09:59 pm PST #11430 of 30001
OMG, NEIGHBOR/FRIEND TO THE RESCUE! She's got a box of Droste. She's donating it to the cause.
Have I mentioned in the last 2 days how much I fucking love my neighbors?
Spidra Webster - Dec 15, 2010 5:18:20 pm PST #11431 of 30001
I wish I could just go somewhere to get flensed but none of the whaling ships near me take Medicare.
Is that like Swedish for "and your little dog too!"?
I honestly don't know. I used to think it was a real Swedish fake swear but no Swede I've asked has ever been familiar with it. So I think they made it up for the book.
Anger that has no outlet is turning to depression. I really don't have many days to sew this outfit. I started setting stuff up and drafting up pattern pieces. Then my sister brought her babysitting home again. I really hate having no control over where I live. I never have any idea what some other person has planned to do with the common spaces at a given time because no one ever asks. And half the time I'm getting kicked out in favor of someone who doesn't even live and/or pay rent here.
Nothing I can do about it except move. And I can't afford to move just yet. So...depression.