Why can't we have the Six Degrees of Kevy Baby?
...even if you do have to mingle with the dingles!
He's goona get a birdie!
I never get a birdie.
Gemini Cricket has been hooking up with some sleazebag, and he's been getting his brains ******ed out on a regular, but degrading, basis for the past couple of weeks.
He'll soon tire of being treated like a dish rag, and he'll come crawling back to the LoT ... mark my words.
Today I had to thin my carrot sprouts. I felt like some fascist dictator exterminating those specimens not fit to procreate as I created my master carrot race. Those poor sprouts! They could have been great carrots! And like a heartless tyrant I snuffed out their veggie lives.
No. I have turned over a new leave and will only lead a pure and chaste life, free from sin.
Apparently, he died of a beignet overdose... or at least that's what I've gathered so far.
I want photographic poof first. welcome later.
edited to correct my freudian typo: "I want photographic poof first."
I guess you can fine the boring in someting if you want to but I prefer to find the fun. Life is to short.
No pessimist ever discovered the secrets of the stars, or sailed to uncharted land, or opened a new doorway for the human spirit.
[...] One commentator posted: Oh, who cares? The whole bloody lot of them were gay as far Im concerned. All those hours of movies and not a single car chase, shootout or kung fu fight.
- NY Times article re the outting of Albus Dubledore
BlueErica, Euro and I are all sitting in our living room IMing with each other.
Suckfest 2007 can draw to a close with fervent rapidity in my opinion. A year mired in crushing heartache, unpleasant surprises, half and mis-truths, pain (intentionally inflicted and otherwise), realizations of massive misconceptions and naivety on my part, resulting divisions (some imaginary, some not), career dissatisfaction, eye-opening awareness of a plethora of taradiddles that called to question years of pleasant comfortable certainties, panicked evacuations, subsequent fears, and ashy unpleasantness have made for an emotional wreckage that could have broken me completely in two.
Only Irish coffee provides in a single glass all four essential food groups: alcohol, caffeine, sugar, and fat.
(he says i'm cuddly and fluffy)
I'm not quotable or on the list of kewl people. Woe is me!
[QUOTE=innerSpaceman;228381]Oh, that's so weird. I was wondering why I was suddenly thinking of Harry Potter and when's the next movie on my way to work this morning.[/QUOTE]
InnerSpaceman, Internet Psychic!
Frankly, Palin isn't anywhere near as scary as Dick Cheney, nor is she likely to have as much effect on the political process as he has had. Her mouth only moves when the hand up her back tells her to talk. The problem is, the hand up her back is the same hand up Bush's back. I rather boggled a bit when she made that comment about declaring war on Russia...with what and from where? There's a brownie troupe in Torrance that hasn't been deployed yet.
ISM - Curmudgeon AND Luddite!
I'm usually pretty ecumenical about my chocolate; but when you introduce the Melamine Roulette angle, I'm tempted to swear off all but the really, really good stuff.
If ya don't know by now, it reeks of dinglecheesism.
Also, remember to take your allergy medicine before entering the cat zone.
I don't think with my dick, it's more of a divining rod.
Sending Positive Pussy Mojo to Kevy.
