Oh, my god, what the hell are you people talking about?
I'm so sorry, but if it makes you feel any better, my fun-time-Buffy party night involved watching a robot throw Spike through a window, so if you want to trade... no wait, I wouldn't give up that memory for anything.
Buffy ,'Get It Done'
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.
Dana - Dec 30, 2010 5:42:37 pm PST #13699 of 30001
I haven't trusted science since I saw the film "Flubber."
ChiKat - Dec 30, 2010 5:46:06 pm PST #13700 of 30001
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?
Holy hell, y'all. I get back from the 'rents and try to skim/skip/catch up on Natter and this is what I wander in to??
Jesse - Dec 30, 2010 5:47:37 pm PST #13701 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
OMG I'm so itchy right now. ::shudder::
ChiKat - Dec 30, 2010 5:51:10 pm PST #13702 of 30001
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?
Even with the questionable conversation, I am so glad to be back home and back here. This holiday was not the best. I was sick and my mom was unnecessarily mean and I'm not even sure why. I need to be back to my home and my people.
Nora Deirdre - Dec 30, 2010 5:57:23 pm PST #13703 of 30001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
Ugh, ChiKat- sucks to be sick on holiday, and especially with your mom being jerky.
ChiKat - Dec 30, 2010 6:02:19 pm PST #13704 of 30001
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?
It will not go down in history as a good holiday.
But, I am home and even slept through the night the past 2 nights which is the first in over a week. I am beginning to feel better both physically and emotionally.
msbelle - Dec 30, 2010 6:03:52 pm PST #13705 of 30001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
Laughing so hard mac came running in from the other room.
Poop on mean moms.
Steph L. - Dec 30, 2010 6:04:08 pm PST #13706 of 30001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
Holy hell, y'all. I get back from the 'rents and try to skim/skip/catch up on Natter and this is what I wander in to??
SRSLY!
(Okay, I'm also laughing.)
§ ita § - Dec 30, 2010 6:09:00 pm PST #13707 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I was eight when the cockroach (again, not an LA roach, which I've never seen, but a Jamaican one) flew down off the ceiling and skittered down my neck and under my nightdress and ran down my back and my leg. I will remember that sensation forever. I saw it come at me, but there was nowhere to run to.
I think we're going up into the mountains tomorrow night for NYE. It had better not suck.
Liese S. - Dec 30, 2010 6:09:39 pm PST #13708 of 30001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Did I ever tell you about the time I was in the outhouse and found a spider...in my underwear? Yeah, I firmly believe that the spider entered my unmentionables while I was, um, occupied, and did not in fact come with me to the outhouse. This is what I believe.