Good.
Finally.
Now we can all stop pretending we love each other and get on with real life!
Woohoo!
Yeah!
fresh-baked at 09:02 AMDear So Confused (May I call you "So"?)
The nanoseconds were between clicking "post" and seeing what I should have corrected first.
The rest of the four minutes were used sitting thinking unkind things about myself, entering the next message, closely examining it forty-seven times to make certain the new message hadn't included yet another reason for me to get upset at myself, and finally waiting to build up enough courage to click "post" once again.
Oh yeah, Thomas.
No hard feelings.
Really.
Aaron knows I mean it.
Yeah ... mean it ... feelings ... no hard ones ... yeah.
So (note introductory greeting, above), where's my hug?
Offered by: Don on September 13, 2002 1:42 AMLike, duh? I am so there. I was there before anyone else. Because why? Because Jodi is my slizut. Yeah! *smooch*
Offered by: Eyre ni Rhuth on September 12, 2002 11:30 PMOK, so far it's Meg, Jodi and I down for the Twister action, and more?
Offered by: Thomas on September 12, 2002 3:29 PMamen!
Offered by: meegan on September 12, 2002 3:25 PMOh yeah... Jodi's looking for a little group lovin'... I brought the Twister mat and the canola oil...
Offered by: Thomas on September 12, 2002 1:55 PMI just think we should all hug.
Is that too much to ask?
Offered by: Jodi on September 12, 2002 1:45 PMuh-oh....them's fightin' words!!
(or...they would be, if Don was insulted by that kind of thing, which I can probably safely assume he's not....)
Offered by: aaron on September 12, 2002 1:33 PMDon is obviously connecting via an IBM PCjr with the blisteringly fast 300 baud modem!
Offered by: Thomas on September 12, 2002 1:14 PMSorry.
Please insert before period at close of previous message:
"
I hate it when that happens. It's that moment of sudden recognition nanoseconds after you click on "post".
Offered by: Don on September 12, 2002 12:01 PMAs Igor in Young Frankenstein might have put it "We're back to normal now ... yes ... Abby Normal.
Offered by: Don on September 12, 2002 11:57 AMDoes this mean that I can resume being myself and I can once again tell those who deserve it to smell me?
Offered by: Mad Genius on September 12, 2002 10:28 AMI thought the same thing this morning. I jumped out of bed like a kid at Christmas time, and said "today, I can feel as though I can go on with the rest of my life."
I hope this doesn't sound selfish, but this whole week I've been saying to my self "After Wed., we can have Thanksgiving and Christmas to look forward to!"
Offered by: Anita on September 12, 2002 10:20 AM...yes, that's generally required equipment for the female part of oneself...
Offered by: revolution9 on September 12, 2002 10:08 AMCunt. ;p
Offered by: Sassy McSmartpants on September 12, 2002 9:57 AMYes, Promo, yes. Indeed I am.
And Thomas, the check is in the mail.
Offered by: Jodi on September 12, 2002 9:55 AM(Oh god... I feel the sudden onset of DRS [Don Rickles Syndrome]...)
No >YOU'RE
(Please help the victims of DRS, donate $10.00 to crowelltw@attbi.com... I'm really nice and credit cards are bad...)
Offered by: Thomas on September 12, 2002 9:46 AMYou said exactly what I was thinking! Are you the female version of me??
Offered by: Promo on September 12, 2002 9:31 AM
