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hackthis_archive) wrote2005-11-04 10:32 am
hackthis_archive) wrote2005-11-04 10:32 am
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Okay, which one of you bitches broke Gmail?
Damn! I can't take you anywhere.
Damn! I can't take you anywhere.
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Is THAT why no one's emailing me?
I am SO BORED.
I am SO BORED.
Couldn't you have asked this question last night, when mine wasn't working? Mine works now, FYI. Give it a few minutes.
I'm *dying* here. You got a prompt I can work on or something?
Jake sometimes really anger management issues. Maggie called it rageholism.
Does that mean you're not going to take me places? *grins* :D
Well yours isn't mine, now is it?
Dude, yeah, go with that.
Or you could write about George Clooney and Brad Pitt buying a gay bar and turning it into a gay-friendly B&B No, really
Or you could write about George Clooney and Brad Pitt buying a gay bar and turning it into a gay-friendly B&B No, really
Did you ladies read today's Blind Item? (http://gmail.google.com/)
oh, you hurt the ones you love!
One day Jake was looking in his kitchen cabinet, and it occured to him, this wasn't his home, it was just the place he happened to live. He thought about what his home would look like, blinking from apartment in a doorman building to Cape Cod bungalow to a tract home in the Valley. Each one spun through his mind like exploding soap bubles. The image he was left with was Jared's face. He yanked the box of Cocoa Pebbles off the shelf with so much force the contents went flying across the room.
(you know, I never did write any rps for Highway)
One day Jake was looking in his kitchen cabinet, and it occured to him, this wasn't his home, it was just the place he happened to live. He thought about what his home would look like, blinking from apartment in a doorman building to Cape Cod bungalow to a tract home in the Valley. Each one spun through his mind like exploding soap bubles. The image he was left with was Jared's face. He yanked the box of Cocoa Pebbles off the shelf with so much force the contents went flying across the room.
(you know, I never did write any rps for Highway)
that's a very blind item, what witht he wrong link and all, dear.
the blink item link is a link to gmail. is this some kind of meta commentary?
scroll down in the comments. I'm willing to alter the name in that blurb to whomever you can volunteer to be a good replacement.
is this some kind of meta commentary?
yeah, that was my first thought.
yeah, that was my first thought.
Damn. My bad. Try again (http://www.eonline.com/Gossip/Awful/Blind/blind.051104.html).
Yeah, okay, that made no sense at all. How am I supposed to follow what the hell he's talking about?
... I really can't think of anyone.
Honestly? I just suggested that b/c I know you two feel like writing. I have no strong feelings about jake gyllenhaal rps at all.
Honestly? I just suggested that b/c I know you two feel like writing. I have no strong feelings about jake gyllenhaal rps at all.
WHAT?
get thee behind me, satan!
get thee behind me, satan!
Oh my god. Did I tell you that Jake, Jared and Claire Danes were in a dream I had on Wednesday night? We were going to the beach in this crazy 1950's Cadillac. It was a aqua colored, and had seats that could expand like wings and required you to wear a motorcycle helmet.
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