I keep meaning to take Model Mugging
Heh. This sounds like a class on how to mug models.
"Distract them with cocaine, and then...YOINK!"
What? She killed 'em with mathematics. What else could it have been?
Jayne ,'Objects In Space'
Natter 31 But Looks 29
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Polter-Cow - Jan 10, 2005 3:06:11 pm PST #4567 of 10002
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!
Beverly - Jan 10, 2005 3:06:24 pm PST #4568 of 10002
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Be safe, shrift!
Jesse - Jan 10, 2005 3:07:16 pm PST #4569 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
I started refusing to leave the booth unless I had someone else walk with me.
In college, if I was wearing a skirt, I'd have someone walk behind me at frat parties. I swear.
Steph L. - Jan 10, 2005 3:07:31 pm PST #4570 of 10002
I look more rad than Lutheranism
Now I'm entertaining myself with mental images of ita pouncing on people, flying out of nowhere like a ninja.
Huh. I was picturing ita-as-Sugar-Glider.
Pix - Jan 10, 2005 3:08:08 pm PST #4571 of 10002
The status is NOT quo.
In college, if I was wearing a skirt, I'd have someone walk behind me
And let's not even talk about the "things being thrown into the cleavage" category.
§ ita § - Jan 10, 2005 3:09:44 pm PST #4572 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I keep meaning to take Model Mugging
You could also take krav, you know.
I avoided frat parties like the plague, even though I spent a fair amount of (fruitless) time trying to get mugged in Montreal.
I'm better now.
ChiKat - Jan 10, 2005 3:10:37 pm PST #4573 of 10002
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
One of the funniest things that ever happened to me was at an el stop by my office. I was headed up the stairs to the platform when a guy was coming down the stairs. He was looking off to his right and didn't see me at all. He reached over to his left to grab a bar a the bottom of the stairs and just happend to grab my left breast instead of the bar.
He pulled his hand away like he'd been bit by a snake, he turned around with huge eyes, obviously appalled by what he had just done, and stammered an apology. I told him it was no problem. Then, as soon as he was out of hearing range, I fell into hysterical giggles.
Hil R. - Jan 10, 2005 3:10:44 pm PST #4574 of 10002
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
I wish I knew what play this was from, but once my acting teacher performed a sample monologue for us about a little girl learning that it felt good to rub up against something, an it to really captured the weird seaual yet non-secual vibe of childhood.
If this is the same monologue I'm thinking of, I think it's from the "Teenage Mouth" book of monologues.
Atropa - Jan 10, 2005 3:10:44 pm PST #4575 of 10002
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
And let's not even talk about the "things being thrown into the cleavage" category.
Oy. Yes, let's not.
Jesse - Jan 10, 2005 3:12:41 pm PST #4576 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
And let's not even talk about the "things being thrown into the cleavage" category.
Aw, I've never had cleavage! ...wait. That's probably just as well, huh.
That's hysterical, ChiKat.