Oh and if you are going to tag something, get the fucking grammar right. It should say ‘floozy’s a mom’ not ‘floozies a mom’ cos that means plural. Get it?
FWIW, today would be the day to post the weekend preview so that it it could ripen and mature. That way by the time the actual weekend got here, it would be more of a robust list than some sickly afterthought gleaned from the cville and hook.
WOW. Shaming my most pivotal piece of every week by saying I’ve stolen it from the Hook & C-Ville? Oh no good sir, I work directly with The Paramount, The Southern, and I glean the remainder directly from Live Arts & other sites. I’d say if you compare our weekend previews to ones of yesteryear, there is AMPLE info.
However, I can certainly start running them earlier in the week.
Woohoo! I’m so proud to be part of such an exclusive club. It must have been the link I attempted to post about it being illegal to be in your birthday suit in your own home.
In the attics of my life, full of cloudy dreams unreal.
Full of tastes no tongue can know, and lights no eyes can see.
When there was no ear to hear, you sang to me.
I have spent my life seeking all that’s still unsung.
Bent my ear to hear the tune, and closed my eyes to see.
When there was no strings to play, you played to me.
In the book of love’s own dream, where all the print is blood.
Where all the pages are my days, and all the lights grow old.
When I had no wings to fly, you flew to me, you flew to me.
In the secret space of dreams, where I dreaming lay amazed.
When the secrets all are told, and the petals all unfold.
When there was no dream of mine, you dreamed of me
Tell me the cost
I can pay, let me go, tell me love is not lost
Sell everything
Without love day to day, insanity’s king
I will pay, day by day
Anyway, lock, bolt and key
Crippled but free
I was blind all the time I was learning to see
The truth of love
an unsung song must tell
The course of love must follow blind
without a look behind
Rubin walked through the streets
of New Orleans ’till dawn,
Cerise so lightly in his arms
and her hair hung gently down
I’m stealing this face as a Robert Hunter zone. The little magician. Free of snark and silly little people who like to rob magic from the dreamers w/ meanness and misguided wit….which ain’t that witty. It’s just pointed insecurity.. I’m surrounded by lyrical geniuses w/out substance.
It’s hard out there for a … well, everybody, apparantly. Bank robbery downtown (well, across from Martha Jefferson Hospital… you might not consider that “downtown”).
I had not heard that Doc, but let’s perpetuate it anyways cos I’m bored as shite. Also the description sounds like Ian so let’s tell everyone he did it.
He’ll show you the exercises, give you motivational and encouraging pep talks and even play games with you. In reality, he flails his arms and randomly says creepy insincere sounding things like “I’m having fun. I could play this game all day long. I’m having too much fun.”
ahh….just installed a script that makes every web page black with light text. Very easy on the eyes. Though the cVillain header is a bit wonky, but I can live with that.
Im down 55 lbs now, none of my clothes fit anymore. I had to punch new holes in my belts. Its very odd. Gonna have to wait til after I pay off wisdom teeth, MRI, and christmas before I can get some new duds. Until then, Im saggin.
I’ve been out doing the good & drunk samaritan act, pushing cars out and playing chauffeur (obviously not while inebriated). Unfortunately I missed a great photo op. when CPD got one of their Jeeps stuck in Belmont. 5+ cops with shovels makes me laugh.
I say you haven’t truly experienced cVille until you’ve climbed atop the pavilion, pulled yourself to the top using a rope someone so lovingly provided (read: left) then slid down (and off) it into a huge pile of snow.
I was actually wondering about the legality of the entire enterprise when you first posted. Since you can legally walk under the structure, could you be charged with trespassing if you climbed on top?
If you shoot the pics to me I will replace the faces with something a little less recognizable.
THAT’S A FUCKING STUPID TITLE, WRITTEN BY A WELSH.
Nah… it was written by every wannabe emo band in history.
Really? This title?
At least put the title in caps if your going to trot out that old motivational… see because, well.. oh, nevermind.
I gave it my best shot.
I’m using it in the context of:
THE DAYS ARE GETTING SHORTER, WTF I LIKE THE SUN, OH SHIT XMAS IS ALMOST HERE, BAH HUMBUG.
Bad holiday. Bad.
sounds like someone needs to check out CrossFit and work it out
Oh. Well that was certainly clear.
/you got vernal all over my equinox.
Oh and if you are going to tag something, get the fucking grammar right. It should say ‘floozy’s a mom’ not ‘floozies a mom’ cos that means plural. Get it?
NOT TODAY, TRY BACK TOMORROW.
LOUD NOISES!
NECK BEARD.
EW!
I see your ginger neckbeard, and raise you a nipple mustache.
/C’mon. Click. You know you want to…
WTF
I think its kinda cool. I would do it, but I have absolutely no body hair. I’m smoof.
It’s actually a hair outline of a cock and balls…. heading right for his gob.
FWIW, today would be the day to post the weekend preview so that it it could ripen and mature. That way by the time the actual weekend got here, it would be more of a robust list than some sickly afterthought gleaned from the cville and hook.
Just sayin.
Like a ripe Roquefort instead of a box of Velveeta past it’s sell by date?
WOW. Shaming my most pivotal piece of every week by saying I’ve stolen it from the Hook & C-Ville? Oh no good sir, I work directly with The Paramount, The Southern, and I glean the remainder directly from Live Arts & other sites. I’d say if you compare our weekend previews to ones of yesteryear, there is AMPLE info.
However, I can certainly start running them earlier in the week.
Can I rage against idiot roommates who cause me to get evicted instead? That would be much more satisfying.
Holy shiat. I’m sorry to hear. What happened exaclty-ish?
WTF? Was it Doug?
No, he hasn’t lived there in ages.
2 hours, 4 beers, and 2,500+ ’spam’ comments later…
I’ve discovered that Floozy (2) and Street (1) are the only two who accidentally trigger our filter.
Congratulations.
What were you looking for that you trawled through that cesspit of online shite?
Woohoo! I’m so proud to be part of such an exclusive club. It must have been the link I attempted to post about it being illegal to be in your birthday suit in your own home.
What should we name ourselves Street? I’ve never been in a club of just two. What if people think we are a clique?
hmm…”FloozyStreet” sounds like a childrens show gone horribly awry. As for the people, let them talk. They will anyways.
shouldn’t they win a gift certificate or something?
I think I should raffle them off AS the gift.
I think you should STFU
A little birdie told me that the Outback Lodge has found financing and will not be leaving us anytime soon.
Sponsorship by Jello™?
I think the sponsorship was by coke.
Where are you?
I am not here.
i am. say something.
something.
HELLO!
Somewhere else, where are you?
In the attics of my life, full of cloudy dreams unreal.
Full of tastes no tongue can know, and lights no eyes can see.
When there was no ear to hear, you sang to me.
I have spent my life seeking all that’s still unsung.
Bent my ear to hear the tune, and closed my eyes to see.
When there was no strings to play, you played to me.
In the book of love’s own dream, where all the print is blood.
Where all the pages are my days, and all the lights grow old.
When I had no wings to fly, you flew to me, you flew to me.
In the secret space of dreams, where I dreaming lay amazed.
When the secrets all are told, and the petals all unfold.
When there was no dream of mine, you dreamed of me
/epic weekend > an hero > peace.
Tell me the cost
I can pay, let me go, tell me love is not lost
Sell everything
Without love day to day, insanity’s king
I will pay, day by day
Anyway, lock, bolt and key
Crippled but free
I was blind all the time I was learning to see
Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
With silver bells, and cockle shells,
And pretty maids all in a row.
Nothing left to do but smile, smile, smile.
The truth of love
an unsung song must tell
The course of love must follow blind
without a look behind
Rubin walked through the streets
of New Orleans ’till dawn,
Cerise so lightly in his arms
and her hair hung gently down
I’m stealing this face as a Robert Hunter zone. The little magician. Free of snark and silly little people who like to rob magic from the dreamers w/ meanness and misguided wit….which ain’t that witty. It’s just pointed insecurity.. I’m surrounded by lyrical geniuses w/out substance.
Happy Monday!
Oh yeah, what’s so damn happy about it?
oh I was just robbing some magic, Doc. Sorry.
I just spent a couple hours going through old photos that a friend posted on Facebook. Ye gawds! I was a hippy….dreadlocks and all.
It may be time to re-embrace that light-hearted spirit, wearing dark colors all the time just doesn’t suit me.
you don’t have dreads anymore?!
I haven’t had dreads in 16 years, darlin’.
apparently i’m not very observant.
It’s hard out there for a … well, everybody, apparantly. Bank robbery downtown (well, across from Martha Jefferson Hospital… you might not consider that “downtown”).
http://www.nbc29.com/global/story.asp?s=11521685
I once heard a rumor(?) that that was the most robbed bank in Cville. Anyone else here that?
I had not heard that Doc, but let’s perpetuate it anyways cos I’m bored as shite. Also the description sounds like Ian so let’s tell everyone he did it.
What, was the bank robber beating his girlfriend?
It’s not called BDSM for nothin.
Also, my stylish long locks would have definitely made headlines, and I never take taxis. EVER.
It’s not called BDSM , it’s called GROSS
G.R.O.S.S. = Get Rid Of Smelly Girls
That certainly is one way to get rid of them…
Hey Loki, could you do that “read more” trick on my latest entry, pretty please?
Do banks even have public restrooms?
my bank does. it’s really nice too.
Does it have an ATM in it?
that bank is the size of a shoe box.
I was carded for a six-pack last night!
WIN.
Meet your new workout trainer.
He’ll show you the exercises, give you motivational and encouraging pep talks and even play games with you. In reality, he flails his arms and randomly says creepy insincere sounding things like “I’m having fun. I could play this game all day long. I’m having too much fun.”
yeesh.
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b’yo, I just listened to your story from last night. Hilarious. I have read it online but to hear you tell it is priceless.
ahh….just installed a script that makes every web page black with light text. Very easy on the eyes. Though the cVillain header is a bit wonky, but I can live with that.
This Script ?
No, but it uses the same plugin.
For your viewing pleasure. (warning: not safe for sanity)
Happy drunksgiving….erm….Thanksdrinking? Beer thirty? (insert random drunken, creative phrase here)
anyhoo, have a good time wit yer family & friends. =)
Introducing the world’s first public Spacecraft, for all your extraterrestrial needs.
There goes the neighborhood.
There’s a new UVA football head coach in town (Mike London). I guess this is a good step for us UVA fans.
Hey! New Secretly Y’all event this Sunday! The last one was amazing!
http://secretlyall.wordpress.com/2009/12/06/its-a-wonderful-life-or-is-it/
I cant believe they asked me back.
I think it was the baggy pants… looks like you have lots of slack to take up.
Im down 55 lbs now, none of my clothes fit anymore. I had to punch new holes in my belts. Its very odd. Gonna have to wait til after I pay off wisdom teeth, MRI, and christmas before I can get some new duds. Until then, Im saggin.
maybe cuz YOU’RE AWESOME
I am sad that Michael Voltaggio won Top Chef. That is all.
So am I. Fucking ridiculous. Maybe he’s the one that knocked Padma up….
If you eat cigarettes and smoke bacon fast enough you can travel backwards in time.
I’m from later.
The government tracks everyone these days, eh?
So, we’re getting like 5 feet of snow or something this weekend???
That’s what I’m hearing. Should be excellent Jeep weather.
It’s tough for girlies to estimate these things, since men are constantly trying to convince us that 3″=9″.
But what does 9″ equal?
3″ of course.
We should drunkenly build snow forts and temporary art installations all over the mall.
Hmmmm… Maybe a mini Landmark Hotel, but completed this time?
Brilliant.
Anyone who doesn’t go outside and play in the snow at least once today is a total wuss.
Why is this site such a ghost town? I sincerely hope you all are drunk, fucking, or fucking drunk.
I’ve been out doing the good & drunk samaritan act, pushing cars out and playing chauffeur (obviously not while inebriated). Unfortunately I missed a great photo op. when CPD got one of their Jeeps stuck in Belmont. 5+ cops with shovels makes me laugh.
And we say goodbye to the shortest day of the year once again. Back to the sunshine!
I say you haven’t truly experienced cVille until you’ve climbed atop the pavilion, pulled yourself to the top using a rope someone so lovingly provided (read: left) then slid down (and off) it into a huge pile of snow.
What a rush.
Pics or it didn’t happen!
Like I would post pics to incriminate my friends and I. I may be crazy but I’m not stupid, natch.
I was actually wondering about the legality of the entire enterprise when you first posted. Since you can legally walk under the structure, could you be charged with trespassing if you climbed on top?
If you shoot the pics to me I will replace the faces with something a little less recognizable.
http://www.shoeboxblog.com/?p=14066
http://abcnews.go.com/Blotter/us-military-weapons-inscribed-secret-jesus-bible-codes/story?id=9575794
That’s farking crazy.
Time for a new FFA?
In other news, this.
damnit Ian. Make a new FFA.
seconded. so I can post things like this:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y_Hn0yM00Fo
/kinda catchy.