You hate me?
I'm sorry. I was going in alphabetical order. Of first names.
Erin -- I wore them out to dinner, and they were comfortable indeed. One day this week I may wear them to work, but I really don't want anyone to talk to me about them, and I'm paranoid.
One's genitalia should not touch one's elbow.
::tosses yoga book::
One day this week I may wear them to work, but I really don't want anyone to talk to me about them, and I'm paranoid.
OK, I shall never bring them up again?
OK, I shall never bring them up again?
Well,
you
can. Because you're invisible.
Yes, ita has a thing where she wants to look good but no one else should speak to her about it.
Semi-related: I got a new little purse for Christmas, and people can NOT stop talking to me about it! I don't think it's such a big deal, but more than one stranger has commented on it. It is adorable, I must say -- black corduroy on the outside, bright stripey cotton on the inside -- but enough to talk to a stranger?
The bigger question is WHO CARES as if it were a penis, it's attached to Owen Wilson, which is a big No.
It's a huge no, and why I never join the Buffista Clive Owen appreciation club, because I get their names confused. When Buffistas are drooling over CO, unless a picture is posted, I think they mean OW, and just sit here, thinking, "WTF?!? Is all their taste in their mouths?"
ita has a thing where she wants to look good but no one else should speak to her about it.
What? Is that too much to ask?
"WTF?!? Is all their taste in their mouths?"
So you're saying mouths like Owen, but the rest of the body doesn't?
I do think he has a hotness, actually. Will not lie.
Couldn't the Owen Wilson controversy be explained by refraction?
Oh miss ita, if I weren't listless...
The bigger question is WHO CARES as if it were a penis, it's attached to Owen Wilson, which is a big No.
I am so sad that Kat and Cindy will now hate me, though reassured by ita, because OW does indeed have the hotness. He is brainy and funny and thoroughly crushable in all the commentary he's ever done on all of his Wes Anderson films - plus, co-wrote most of them! Smarty-pie writer boy! - and he was such an earnest fumbly courtly Southern gentleman in
The Life Aquatic
that at one point I nudged Hec and whispered, "I'm afraid that now I have to break up with you and run away with Owen Wilson," and he nodded and whispered back, "Of course, honey," with a sad resigned face that said that he understood completely how necessary this was, and also maybe regretted that he hadn't called dibs on Owen first.