Posts by Jolisa
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Wait! Danielle has wheels???
Choice, that will make running away with her so much easier.
Until you get to the first set of stairs.
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A post-election post from Jolisa would be very sweet.
Your wish is my command.
By the way, Danielle, you are the sweetest cheer-germ ever and you more than deserve a pony for keeping it happy in here. I say we get some pompoms and start a cheerleading squad along side the XV.
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In a previous life, I must have been one of those brainless kittens easily distracted by shoe-laces and dust bunnies. :)
I dunno, my karma wheel must run the other way. In a future life I hope to be that kitten (if I'm good enough in this one).
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PS whoever said champagne doesn't give you a hangover was wrongity wrong wrong. Mind you, even the people who didn't drink last night are feeling it... aftereffects of spiritual intoxication & a general adrenaline comedown, I guess.
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I think he was on verbal auto-pilot. The poor man looked so exhausted; at the very end of the speech he was even slurring some of his words, and he's usually so crisp.
I am hoping that he gets a chance to modulate a bit more in the inauguration speech, y'know? Changing his volume and (appealing but metronomic) rhythm for the bit about the 106 year old voter would have been a really nice touch.
But who am I to criticise; it's been a really long two years for him. I just hope he's taking a break today!
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And.... POP!
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Here in New Haven CT, we've got the champagne out of the fridge already. And I think we're going to open it. Yes, we can.
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Oh, my brain...
Just your brain? My dear.
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Zip! Zip! Nay! Don't say it out loud!
It's OK, as long as we have a hand on Giovanni's proven remedy when we say it. Apparently.
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Oh, I'm normally ten times as superstitious. But that's how sure I feel about this.
Kick me tomorrow if it all goes wrong. But two dozen "Yes We Did" cupcakes say it won't...
Seriously, if this is Obama losing his shit he is the Final Cylon.
He's a Vulcan, I reckon. Check those ears. Mind you, there's always pon farr...