Home Sweet Hot Water

( mistaspakkaman and the inedible shifting caterpillars, Mon 14 Sep 2009, 19:16, 52 replies, latest was 16 years ago)

omg I just had a spider in my hair
alright mistaspakkaman?
( Lisette von Falcon, Mon 14 Sep 2009, 19:31, Reply)

Evening Kristine
Spiders are all of teh Gah! Let's just hope it's not spun a web in your hair.
( mistaspakkaman and the inedible shifting caterpillars, Mon 14 Sep 2009, 19:35, Reply)

It certainly fucking didn't, I was walking under a truck at work and thats when I felt it behind my ear and I had a b.f.
Have you seen the movie The Mist?
I almost cried at the spidery bits :(
( Lisette von Falcon, Mon 14 Sep 2009, 19:38, Reply)

So you thought it was your boyfriend at first?
Either that or you've decided the spider is your new boyfriend.
( mistaspakkaman and the inedible shifting caterpillars, Mon 14 Sep 2009, 19:44, Reply)

bitch fit
I had a BITCH FIT
( Lisette von Falcon, Mon 14 Sep 2009, 19:51, Reply)

I'd also have a bitch fit if I realised my significant other was really a spider.

( mistaspakkaman and the inedible shifting caterpillars, Mon 14 Sep 2009, 19:54, Reply)

yeah alright
you got me there
( Lisette von Falcon, Mon 14 Sep 2009, 20:01, Reply)

And now, I suppose your new boyfriend has got you all tangled up in his web.

( mistaspakkaman and the inedible shifting caterpillars, Mon 14 Sep 2009, 20:08, Reply)

*groan*
( Lisette von Falcon, Mon 14 Sep 2009, 20:16, Reply)

At least I can get out
coz I'm not tangled in a web.
( mistaspakkaman and the inedible shifting caterpillars, Mon 14 Sep 2009, 20:30, Reply)

you're rubbish and I'm glad your nipple doesn't talk

( Lisette von Falcon, Mon 14 Sep 2009, 20:38, Reply)

It only talks when it grows teeth.

( mistaspakkaman and the inedible shifting caterpillars, Mon 14 Sep 2009, 20:48, Reply)

*stares at nipple worryingly*
I think I want mine back now, please.
( Lisette von Falcon, Mon 14 Sep 2009, 21:14, Reply)

OK. You can have it back. I had many evenings of fun playing with it, and learning what makes you tick.

( mistaspakkaman and the inedible shifting caterpillars, Mon 14 Sep 2009, 21:25, Reply)

*twists off mistaspakkamans nipple*
*presents it*
( Lisette von Falcon, Mon 14 Sep 2009, 21:30, Reply)

* Gives Kristine's nipple one last tweak *
* twists it off *

* presents it *
( mistaspakkaman and the inedible shifting caterpillars, Mon 14 Sep 2009, 21:33, Reply)

*drops mistaspakkamans nipple into his hand*
*swipes her own*
*twists it on*

oh thats a tight fit, innit, what you been doing to my nipple?
( Lisette von Falcon, Mon 14 Sep 2009, 21:36, Reply)

I may have got carried away and turned it into a nippelth
Hence it doesn't screw in so easily.

Mine's a bit sore, but the soreness is somehow pleasurable.
( mistaspakkaman and the inedible shifting caterpillars, Mon 14 Sep 2009, 21:38, Reply)

and I gave you the good one and everything

( Lisette von Falcon, Mon 14 Sep 2009, 21:40, Reply)

Don't worry
It should return to it's normal size if you leave it alone for a while.
( mistaspakkaman and the inedible shifting caterpillars, Mon 14 Sep 2009, 21:45, Reply)

*saddest of sad faces ever*

( Lisette von Falcon, Mon 14 Sep 2009, 21:50, Reply)

How do!
What have I missed over the weekend? I got too hot in bed on Saturday night and had nightmares about spiders!
( Roota zweeeeeoooooowm, Mon 14 Sep 2009, 20:12, Reply)

Evening Tootin Roota
Not missed much. I went to a house-party with some workmates on Friday, which included Guitar Hero and Youtube. One nice thing about the place I worked is that even though we had all of Youtube at our disposal, we still ended up watching a video done by our company.
( mistaspakkaman and the inedible shifting caterpillars, Mon 14 Sep 2009, 20:29, Reply)

We do that where I work Spak.
I suspect I do it more than the others because I'm in one of the videos and I'm a narcissist... I had a great weekend but now I'm shattered, I'm in work and I have lurgy.
( Roota zweeeeeoooooowm, Mon 14 Sep 2009, 20:47, Reply)

Ah well. Glad you enjoyed the weekend
Did you do much apart from dreaming about spiders?

BTW. if you're interested in the video we watched, I'll gaz you the link.
( mistaspakkaman and the inedible shifting caterpillars, Mon 14 Sep 2009, 20:55, Reply)

Ha go on!
I can't watch it or gaz mine until tomorrow when I'm on a proper puter. I'm on my phone now... I did loads. I went to That London. I saw all the Waterhouse stuffs at the Royal Academy of Art. I cried a bit cos he's my favourite ever.
( Roota zweeeeeoooooowm, Mon 14 Sep 2009, 21:04, Reply)

* gazzes *
What was it about his paintings that moved you?

Personally, my favourite artist is Rene Magritte.
( mistaspakkaman and the inedible shifting caterpillars, Mon 14 Sep 2009, 21:19, Reply)

Well, we have Echo & Narcissus at the Walker in Liverpool.
I first saw it and heard the story when I was 11 and burst into tears. I love the colours, the themes, the poems and myths behind them, the facial expressions. Oh, and he draws the best boobs.
( Roota zweeeeeoooooowm, Mon 14 Sep 2009, 21:43, Reply)

spiders are terrible creatures but I only kill them when they're near me or anywhere in my room.

( Lisette von Falcon, Mon 14 Sep 2009, 20:46, Reply)

I try not to kill them.
But as soon as I get hot or have a temperature, I have nightmares about them and wake up wanting them all dead.
( Roota zweeeeeoooooowm, Mon 14 Sep 2009, 20:50, Reply)

ewwwwww
I get weird dreams when I have a fever, once when I was a kid I took up residence in the bathroom until I felt I was going to puke, as my head rested on the toilet I dreamed I helped Barbie through a post-apocalyptic type junk yard
( Lisette von Falcon, Mon 14 Sep 2009, 21:08, Reply)

I also get nightmares when I'm ill
I think it's the pain manifesting itself into something in the dream-world.
( mistaspakkaman and the inedible shifting caterpillars, Mon 14 Sep 2009, 21:28, Reply)

I hate having bad dreams.
It's the worst thing EVER.
But not as bad as whatever happens in your dreams happening in real life.
( Lisette von Falcon, Mon 14 Sep 2009, 21:30, Reply)

Truth
But of course, when waking up from a dream when my mobile phone ran out of credit in the middle of Russia, I realised my mobile actually had some credit left. SO the best way to top up your phone is to transfer yourself to an alternate reality and hope your phone in that reality still as some credit.
( mistaspakkaman and the inedible shifting caterpillars, Mon 14 Sep 2009, 21:35, Reply)

Dear cunting fuck
why does my mother have to come and see me this weekend? It's taking up valuable pissing-about-online-time to clean this place to her standards, as if work wasn't tiring enough.

Hai!
( Maladicta, Mon 14 Sep 2009, 20:49, Reply)

Evening Metallica
I solve the problem by living in a different country to my parents. That, and living in a far flung suburb of London.
( mistaspakkaman and the inedible shifting caterpillars, Mon 14 Sep 2009, 20:52, Reply)

200 miles is not quite far enough away.
And when you go to see yours, you indirectly pay my salary! Win!
( Maladicta, Mon 14 Sep 2009, 20:54, Reply)

And they also indirectly pay your salary when they see me
Double Win!

Plus travelling by train avoids using an atmosphere-shagging 'cheap-flight'. Triple win!
( mistaspakkaman and the inedible shifting caterpillars, Mon 14 Sep 2009, 20:56, Reply)

And you get to travel very fast and not have to wear a seat belt!
Quadruple win!
( Maladicta, Mon 14 Sep 2009, 20:59, Reply)

Are we sisters?
We evidently have the same mum. Mine perches on my sofa like she's about to catch fleas.
( Roota zweeeeeoooooowm, Mon 14 Sep 2009, 21:01, Reply)

Perhaps, knowing my mother she's dappy enough to not tell me something like that.
She always says she doesn't care about the state of the place when she visits, then the moment she comes in my front door "Ooo, isn't it messy in here?" Then I make this face.
( Maladicta, Mon 14 Sep 2009, 21:05, Reply)

my mum got a new job and she called me on her lunch to tell me about it
she said "I'm not supposed to tell you where I work, but you're not going to tell anyone" I said "Well if you're not supposed to tell, don't tell," to which she asked "Are you a spy? No."
Cripes, don't try to get her to keep a fucking secret.
( Lisette von Falcon, Mon 14 Sep 2009, 21:11, Reply)

Why isn't she allowed to tell you where she works?

( Maladicta, Mon 14 Sep 2009, 21:18, Reply)

I might be a SPY
*spy musics*
( Lisette von Falcon, Mon 14 Sep 2009, 21:22, Reply)

Indeed you might.
Perhaps if I tell my mother I'm one, she'll stop telling me every minute detail of her life...

Incidentally, MSN appears to have shat itself and died.
( Maladicta, Mon 14 Sep 2009, 21:24, Reply)

what a cunt, doesn't it know it's supposed to shit itself after it dies?

( Lisette von Falcon, Mon 14 Sep 2009, 21:28, Reply)

Like Chef from South Park?

( Maladicta, Mon 14 Sep 2009, 21:40, Reply)

You're not the only one
MSN is dead (And smelly) at my end too.
( mistaspakkaman and the inedible shifting caterpillars, Mon 14 Sep 2009, 21:39, Reply)

Bereft of life, it rests in peace. It's not fucked up this spectacularly since I was Abroad.

( Maladicta, Mon 14 Sep 2009, 21:40, Reply)

I remember MSN used to have a reputation for dropping messages
This drove me round the bend at times. Haven't used it for a while but am now on an MSN chatting spree. I suspect they sorted out the dropped messages in the end.
( mistaspakkaman and the inedible shifting caterpillars, Mon 14 Sep 2009, 21:44, Reply)

When I was in Lausanne it was epically unreliable.
Dropped messages constantly, you couldn't send unless you were appearing offline, everything. One evening Stalker Girl hadn't realised it was broken and tried to send me twenty messages along the lines of "WHAT THE FUCK HAVE I DONE STOP IGNORING ME YOU BITCH" before realising no one was talking to her... fortunately it had crapped out so spectacularly that I never got them.
( Maladicta, Mon 14 Sep 2009, 21:51, Reply)

Stalker-types plus no notification of messages being dropped equals t3h argh!

( mistaspakkaman and the inedible shifting caterpillars, Mon 14 Sep 2009, 22:04, Reply)