tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076532818291719012.post7973641203530045638..comments2023-10-03T09:22:28.312-07:00Comments on two L's please: This Boy's So Spectacular Not A Boy But A Wealthy BachelorHillaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10602816507915795709noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076532818291719012.post-44710300201783311552008-05-13T09:37:00.000-07:002008-05-13T09:37:00.000-07:00haaaaa oh dear am i familiar with that sort of sat...haaaaa oh dear am i familiar with that sort of saturday... and GOD aging sucks on the hangover-intensity scale. GAH.<BR/><BR/>happy painting....!Alicehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15287792370490363047noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076532818291719012.post-54856563759233657952008-05-13T09:18:00.000-07:002008-05-13T09:18:00.000-07:00Nilsa: I know, right? We had a 10 minute "discussi...Nilsa: I know, right? We had a 10 minute "discussion" about whose turn it was to get up for juice. Ridiculous!<BR/><BR/>Over-Thinker: I know what you mean - the movie tickets were $12 each. And it was Stella who puked under the bed because she's the only one who can fit under the bed (our bed is really low to the ground because I'm a sleep-walker and if I'm in a high bed I'm a sleep-faller-out-of-bed.)<BR/><BR/>Dactyl: Ooohhh I WISH you lived near me. I dislike painting very much. Actually that's a lie. I like painting, I just hate all the cleanup afterward. Ok, I'm going to try to describe the rape alarm without butchering it. It's a small, keychain-type contraption that has a flashlight on 1 end and a little stick-looking thing on the other. If you pull the stick out, a really high pitched alarm goes off (the logic being that if someone heard it they would come rescue you from being raped.) It should be noted that this is not something I bought for myself; my mother bought it for me (for Christmas!) I keep it in my bag because she's been known to ask about it on occasion (and it's so much easier to just cart it around with me constantly so I can pull it out on demand - ha that sounds dirty - rather than have to explain to her why I am not actively protecting myself against being raped.) Anyway, the rape alarm comes with a piece of plastic separating the battery from the battery-matchy part of the alarm (do you love it when I talk technical to you?) I'm guessing it's so assholes don't set the rape alarms off in the store and drain the battery. In order to activate the rape alarm, you have to take a ridiculously small screwdriver, take the battery cover off, and remove the plastic. This is obviously something I haven't done yet (and probably will not do. Because of the laziness.) Ha - longest comment ever. I should have made it another post :)Hillaryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10602816507915795709noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076532818291719012.post-10919406298053670722008-05-13T06:38:00.000-07:002008-05-13T06:38:00.000-07:00i LOVE painting. if i was anywhere near you, i'd ...i LOVE painting. if i was anywhere near you, i'd come help out.<BR/><BR/>also... that post makes ME feel like i have a hangover for some reason. <BR/><BR/>and what exactly IS a rape protector guard thing?new york dactylhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13795058923695262359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076532818291719012.post-54761113926932621492008-05-12T20:09:00.000-07:002008-05-12T20:09:00.000-07:00$80. In. Alcohol. (Are you sure that Stella was th...$80. In. Alcohol. (Are you sure that Stella was the one who puked under the bed?)<BR/><BR/>Happy F.O.S., um..S. :)<BR/><BR/>And is it sad that I totally think you should do a Footwear Friday this week and post a picture of the shoes you wore to the party?<BR/><BR/>Also, as far as the "clips after the credits"....I remember doing that for Clerks II, one of the Harry Potters and for Dogma. And all were just "Meh." Of course, that won't stop me from staying through to the bitter end because I hate missing stuff. And for $9/$10 a movie, you can bet your sweet patootie that I'm staying until the bitter end.The Over-Thinkerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15027583884045527896noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076532818291719012.post-58249840649563516962008-05-12T13:06:00.000-07:002008-05-12T13:06:00.000-07:00Yeah, aging is rough on the alcohol intake.Yeah, aging is rough on the alcohol intake.-Jhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15695248992142605013noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076532818291719012.post-51515462361433552402008-05-12T12:16:00.000-07:002008-05-12T12:16:00.000-07:00There is nothing worse than two people sharing a h...There is nothing worse than two people sharing a hangover. Seriously. All I want is someone to feel sorry for me and it's tough when all they can do is feel sorry for themselves. Though, it sounds like the fun was worth the price!Nilsa S.https://www.blogger.com/profile/11960351638623857751noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2076532818291719012.post-7432618676743621582008-05-12T12:07:00.000-07:002008-05-12T12:07:00.000-07:00Ugh, I can't handle my alcohol nearly as well as I...Ugh, I can't handle my alcohol nearly as well as I did when in college. What is it about getting older?Laurenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04349631448644661717noreply@blogger.com