Comments on: The Changing http://scrappybadger.com/2007/08/11/the-changing/ A loud, sometimes belligerent, badger's thoughts on feminism, politics, art, and everyday life Wed, 07 Jan 2009 02:46:30 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.2 By: scrappybadger http://scrappybadger.com/2007/08/11/the-changing/#comment-12 scrappybadger Tue, 14 Aug 2007 19:32:42 +0000 http://scrappybadger.com/2007/08/11/the-changing/#comment-12 Thanks, Piig. I remembered some of that and some I didn't. And by the way, as I remember it, you didn't just "use" my gas stove. You used it with huge gusts of wind blowing in the back door, and the light went out! Hehehe... and the foot stomping was impossible to forget. I thought we talked about NG a few days later. Thanks, Piig. I remembered some of that and some I didn’t. And by the way, as I remember it, you didn’t just “use” my gas stove. You used it with huge gusts of wind blowing in the back door, and the light went out! Hehehe… and the foot stomping was impossible to forget. I thought we talked about NG a few days later.

]]> By: Piig http://scrappybadger.com/2007/08/11/the-changing/#comment-11 Piig Tue, 14 Aug 2007 19:08:00 +0000 http://scrappybadger.com/2007/08/11/the-changing/#comment-11 "And I want to know what Piig and I talked about the first time we met." Let me see if I can help you, my sad sB. We talked a little about how we both love Audre Lorde and Nikki Giovanni; I insulted you by saying that your couscous salad needed mint; you scolded me for almost blowing up your apartment when I used your gas stove; we figured out how to get your slacker friend Katie's car towed to your apartment; we gushed over the Indigo Girls; and we laughed and laughed and laughed (you were worried your neighbors would get mad cuz I kept stomping my foot when I laughed). Does that help? :( “And I want to know what Piig and I talked about the first time we met.”

Let me see if I can help you, my sad sB. We talked a little about how we both love Audre Lorde and Nikki Giovanni; I insulted you by saying that your couscous salad needed mint; you scolded me for almost blowing up your apartment when I used your gas stove; we figured out how to get your slacker friend Katie’s car towed to your apartment; we gushed over the Indigo Girls; and we laughed and laughed and laughed (you were worried your neighbors would get mad cuz I kept stomping my foot when I laughed). Does that help? :(

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