* Amatia moves the window to cover jon's crotch.
(Molly; IRC)
Not like I have much of a brain left to rot. Not after the Muses spent all day eating it.
(Nat; IRC)
- Uhm, what do rock stars do when they aren't in therapy?
- So far, we've established they have sex. But that's not happening right now. Neither is harassing Michael Stipe, which seems to be the other thing they do.
(Molly and Nat; IRC)
* Natlet kicks drycountry.com. You suck. How dare you not have semi-nekkid Jon pics?
(Nat; IRC)
Lol. Melle, you will gayify the entire world.
(Nat; IRC)
's not my fault he sounds so cute when he says alligator </grumble>
(Nat, re Michael Stipe; IRC)
* Natlet doesn't bother. Tried the innocent thing. It doesn't work.
(Nat; IRC)
* Amatia smiles at her VCR. I love you, VCR.
(Molly; IRC)
Ack, I'm making sense. <smacks self> what did I tell you about rationality?
(Nat; IRC)
* Amatia sighs. Urge to look up U2 tour dates has passed.
(Molly; IRC)
I'm in Molly's head, I'm in Molly's head! <bounce>
(Nat; IRC)
Oh, my god. Too much weirdness. My head is exploding.
(Nat; IRC)
- Yes, ebola is fun, I'll bleed out on the bathroom floor.
- Then you'll have to clean it up, Mol. Get a better disease.
(Molly and Nette; IRC)
Y'know, half-asleep stumbling parents are easy to confuse.
(Nat; IRC)
- What the hell did they teach me in anger-management. Engage, Affirm, Explore... and something else.
- Kill!
(Hayz and Nette; IRC)
* minerva goes to the MB. Amusement ho!
- MB are my initials. Weird Melle. I am not an amusement ho.
(Me and Molly; IRC)
Split. Evil Lars. Ii will flip him off when he's onscreen next.
(Molly; IRC)
* Amatia glares at James. Hello, rugged mean frontman. Not mushy.
(Molly; IRC)
I have that on tape: the Nicol Williamson Hamlet (I collect Hamlets: they make an awful noise when they all get soliloquising at once, that's the only problem)
(Jane; FCA-L)