Because I love you all very much, and because you've all been so dedicated to "Because I Say So!", I've decided to treat you to a veritable treasure chest of riches unrivalled by anything dug up by any pirate or dog anywhere.
If you look at the column on the right, under "Daze Gone By", you will see that the archives have grown! That's because I spent all day (we're talkin' about six or seven hours, kidz) cutting and pasting the old "Because I Say So!" entries into Movable Type. I had tried, to no avail (obviously), to do the import/export thing. I was sick of trying to make it do what it's supposed to do. So I, being the old-fashioned luddite that I am, did it the hard way. Or, for me, the easy way.
Enjoy!
fresh-baked at 11:24 PMcheers for the mail J
Boy you sure can weave a tale ... the suspense was killing me ... you are one lucky gal.
You know all the K-Fans that are popping in here right now - are going to be dying of suspense.
;)
Maybe if they keep visiting - you'll tell them one day - right?
DM -- Bingo, babycakes! My boyfriend told me that people might not know that it's lemonade and thus the question would be more difficult to answer. I said, "Well, that's why I put it in a fun, summery glass!" It figures that you, my dear, would not only be able to identify the drink but the brand as well. Your reward: A nice, frosty glass! (Come 'n' get it!)
Locura -- Along the beverage line ... When I began reading your comment, I actually thought you were going to ask if the glass contained orange juice.
Offered by: Jodi on June 6, 2002 8:16 AM*gasp*
Is that O.J. on the other side of the tree eyeing our big boobied red tee?
Offered by: locura on June 6, 2002 5:32 AMIs that a glass of the infamous delicious Crystal Light lemonade? Yum....
Offered by: Desert Mermaid on June 6, 2002 3:22 AMAnd who in the hell wants to eat it when the air outside is just as sticky as hot oatmeal?
Offered by: Jodi on June 5, 2002 11:35 PMWho in the hell "proudly" serves OATMEAL? GAWD!
Offered by: Rhonda on June 5, 2002 11:31 PMTess -- Keanu's acting ability is indirectly proportionate to his looks. Now, get back here!
Offered by: Jodi on June 5, 2002 10:53 PMRed shirt? Did somebody say "red shirt"? I wonder if she thinks everyone's checking out her red shirt (and not just because she has a generous rack)!
Offered by: Jodi on June 5, 2002 10:52 PMLOL. Obviously you haven't reached 40 yet, Tess. I can't even see her boobs. (The eyes are the first thing to go ... then the boobs)
Offered by: Jennifer on June 5, 2002 10:45 PMNow, if only he could act! *runs away quickly*
Offered by: Tess on June 5, 2002 8:08 PMRhonda -- Here is a simple algebraic calculation:
If x = how gorgeous Keanu is in the movies, on TV, and in photos;
And y = 150;
And z = how gorgeous he is in real life;
Then using the formula "y(x) = z", you should have your answer!
That girl in the red shirt has big boobs.
Offered by: Tess on June 5, 2002 6:00 PMSo, how drop dead gorgeous is he up close? gotta know..........
Offered by: Rhonda on June 5, 2002 5:45 PMNo longer want? My dear, I would have had those photos enshrined !
Offered by: Jodi on June 5, 2002 12:05 AMYou should have done it ... and then given me all the photos you took and no longer want.
And just think - all those people in close proximity to really hate.
Well, to get to my roof you don't have to do any crawling. I live in a walk-up building on the fifth (top) floor, and the roof is just a flight of stairs away. I can't even see the ground from the roof. If I could, however, I doubt I'd be willing to go up there. I get queasy when I'm on a stepladder.
Offered by: Jodi on June 4, 2002 9:49 PMThat's funny Tess! Know exactly what you mean!
Offered by: Rhonda on June 4, 2002 9:33 PMLOL! Perfect song...
I wish I could crawl up on the roof, but, I'm afraid of heights. Usually, when I want to get away from people, I lock myself in the bathroom.
Offered by: Tess on June 4, 2002 7:39 PMHehe, I'm laughing so hard I can barely contain myself. I think I've finally met someone who hates other people as much as I do. Hurrah!
Offered by: Candi on June 4, 2002 7:21 PMI wrote, above, "... I say it so much that it's almost become part of me, like my nose or my spleen or my perpetually raised eyebrow." I'm chuckling to myself here because I just realized that the incredibly life-like graphic at the top of the page does not include a nose.
OK, so you had to be there ... or here ... or somethin'. Leave me alone.
Offered by: Jodi on June 4, 2002 2:58 PMI'm so glad I'm in good company!
Offered by: Jodi on June 4, 2002 11:02 AMWorks for me.
Offered by: Kelly on June 4, 2002 11:00 AMI suggest an array of torture, starting with a nice public stoning. I'd be first in line, with an arsenal of stones ranging in size from gravel to boulders, all of which I would heave at this inexcusable waste of "human" life. Next I would turn a hose filled with isopropyl alcohol on the resultant open wounds. Then, when this cocksucker is struggling for breath, and still with some mental faculties if not physical ones, we can toss him out of a moving truck.
(My dog told me he wants to "let loose" on the savage for all he's worth, and has offered a leg-up during the entire procedure, for extra good measure.)
Offered by: Jodi on June 4, 2002 8:33 AMSick fucks ... that's who. I hope they find the bastard and toss HIM out of a moving truck.
Offered by: Kelly on June 4, 2002 12:49 AMMother-fuckers!!! Jodi, I kid you not... I am entirely capable of killing someone that would do this. It should not surprise you if, one day, you open your paper to the headline, "Midwestern PC tech gets 20 to life for murdering puppy killer".
Offered by: Tess on June 4, 2002 12:07 AM
