It's Saturday night and...

1. I'm here.

2. I'm editing.

3. I'm listening to latin music.


Hasta que el destino me puso ante mi tu mirada de ángel,
Y así comenzó mi obsesión, mi delirio por conquistarte,
pero al saber que no eras libre, no me alejé y en cambio quise,
estar lo más cerca posible de ti, espiarte y seguirte allí donde vas.



4. I'm looking at porn.

5. Waiting for the Pussycat Dolls video to come on.


Yes... I do wish my girl was as hot as you.
I highly doubt you're as much a freak as she is.
I don't actually know what raw means when talking about a girl.
You'd only be more fun than my girl if your girlfriends were part and parcel of the package.




You have to play fair (you have to play fair)
See, I dont care
But I know she aint gon' wanna share


Actually my girl would not care honey... as long as you let her play with you too. In fact, she'd probably hit on you LOOONG before I did.

Back to editing.

Sincerely,
ElSol


Sincerely,
ElSol
 
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I just got paid
fool about money don't try to save.
My heart says go, go have a time
Saturday night.
Saturday night.

Listened to Roger Chapman's Shortlist Live (after finally re-building the comp) and then playing GTA vice city and thinking about buying yet another, faster chip because it keeps crashing.
 
Truer words were never written.

Happy New Year, folks.

I'm watching The Two Towers, the 2nd movie in the Lord of the Rings cycle. I've seen it before, but everything is so much better on HDTV...
 
Truer words were never written.

Happy New Year, folks.

I'm watching The Two Towers, the 2nd movie in the Lord of the Rings cycle. I've seen it before, but everything is so much better on HDTV...

The scene where the Ents attack the tower may be the best part of the entire film.
 
Surfing my social networking sites, watching football and NCIS while my bride does her cross stitch......the dogs asleep in their beds near us, Luke is chasing rabbits in his sleep.
 
There's a plot bunny in there, someplace. What kind of Valentine does a big tree give another one? :cool:
 
Saturday night?

My wife and I were helping a daughter construct bar stools that we had given her for Christmas and then went shopping in a deserted supermarket.

We then ate dinner from the reduced hot food items we bought. Meal for two - total cost less than one pound. Wine from France, two glasses each - less than one Euro.

Og
 
Goodness Bear, where did you dig this thread up from? It's from 2005!!

Whatever you post in the Authors' Hangout can return to bite you in the bum.

Beware, people.

Og (off to review umpteen thousand old posts)
 
And again it's Saturday night. We went to a local Thai bistro and had a wonderful dinner, I spent the entire day involved in various kinds of woodworker porn and now I really ought to get to writing but am severely lacking inspiration. Any of the Lit Ladies want to post a scandalous photo to fire up my imagination?
 
I'm about to do homework. How sad is that? I need a life. :eek:

What's everyone up to tonight?

Right now, I'm watching Too Cute--a show about kittens on Animal Planet--but I think my husband might have other plans for later on.
 
Right now, I'm watching Too Cute--a show about kittens on Animal Planet--but I think my husband might have other plans for later on.

I'd like to but HM is still recovering from a badly sprained ankle and after a day in the lab seriously lacks libido. Ah well . . .

I'd probably better get back to the shop. I still have one more glue-up that needs to be done.
 
Going to spend some time online until my honey gets home.....then it's on....like a pot'o'neckbones!
 
Trying to find any excuse not to continue "A New Birth of Freedom Ch 2". First it was finding a technical adviser--got two, who answered my questions. Then it was writing "A Thug on Ice Skates", not a nice hockey story, which is due to show up in a day or two. Then extensively quibbling Step by Step Chapters 5 and 6, Miss Lisa Jones' latest, really hot, lesbian-with-BDSM-overtones series. I said I'd start "next month". In a very short time, it will be next month. I have the start of the story written. Now to go climb the damned mountain again, as the trolls roll stones down at me.
 
Last night (Saturday night) I was at home nursing my aches and pains after a day and a half waiting for deliveries of a fridge freezer and washing machine for my eldest daughter's house.

I couldn't sit in her squashy chairs and standing for that time has inflamed my anyklosing spondilitis. I should have gone out for a birthday celebration meal last night but I could only lie flat on my back saying "Ouch!".

Whose birthday celebration did I miss?


Mine. :(

Og
 
Okay. So. Last night I didn't want to go out, so I went with my BF for one drink. Then I came home, leaving him to get a ride home with a friend of his - someone I don't know all that well but who seems responsible. I told him I'd pick him up if he ended up near home. I went to bed expecting he would be home by bar time. Woke up around 12 in the middle of a huge thunderstorm. Called the BF to tell him that he better not expect me to come pick him up in the middle of a storm. He said he would get a ride home from the friend.

So I went back to bed, to be awakened by my phone at 5 am. It is the friend, saying they are in the middle of a field in the friend's truck, on some road, and they have no idea where they are. They were both so drunk they could hardly talk. I looked up the road on the internet - they were less than 1 mile from our house. So I jumped in the car (no longer storming) and went to go pick them up. On the way, I passed them driving to our house.

I turned around and went home, only to hear the story that they fell asleep in the truck and didn't know where they were when they woke up. The friend fell asleep on my couch. My boyfriend has a 1/2" deep gash on his knee that was covered with dried and oozing blood. He had no idea how he got it or where. He probably fell in the gravel at the bar they were at - he's done that before at the same place. I cleaned it up so he wouldn't bleed on the sheets. He could barely feel it, and was talking drunk bullshit the entire time. I made him go to bed after I covered the knee with a bandage.

I'm pretty mad. Can't exactly complain to my friends or mom, either. Just been sitting here doing homework since about 5.30 and trying to figure out which one of them I want to kill first.
 
And it's another Saturday Night and I'm bored. HM wants to bake a Whole Wheat Apple bread so there go any romantic ideas. I finished one story and have another started but tonight I lack motivation, again!
 
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