Oh, and I took a header walking down the hall with him today. No kids around, thank god, but still. I was all like "I fall down ALL the time, seriously! I have great balance, but I fall."
My friend Meredith fell off the desk she was sitting on in the middle of a lecture.
To parents.
At Back to School Night.
Don't sweat it, is all I'm saying.
Ha! Avtually, I'd forgotten it, till I sqw the new scrape on my knee and thought, "When did I get that?"
I bet I get bruised more than ita, and I DON'T EVEN SPAR.
I just fall down. Sober. Over my own feet. I'm like a cleavagey puppy with lipstick.
I'm like a cleavagey puppy with lipstick.
This is the best description ever! Also, is it wrong that it kinda turns me on?
If it's the puppy part, yeah.
I just fall down. Sober. Over my own feet. I'm like a cleavagey puppy with lipstick.
Really it is sad that I can totally identify with this.
Also, is it wrong that it kinda turns me on?
A little, but it's not surprising or anything...
If it's the puppy part, yeah.
I think it's more the cleavage and the lipstick, with the cute idea of the puppy.
Or maybe I just pictured you in a collar.
The one thing you'll never see me in. I think I was strangled in a former life; I can't stand tight things around my neck. No turtlenecks, no chokers -- which is too bad, on the chokers, cause I love the look.
So ... there's a police helicopter overhead. And someone needs to come out with their hands up. The police can see this person and they are surrounded.
WTF?
Goes without saying, but I just shut and locked all of my doors.
I don't think they are nearer than a half mile to me, and as the nice policeman is projecting, the police have surrounded the perp -- but that megaphone-y thing makes it sound like they are in my backyard.
My neighborhood seemed a lot safer before I was aware of this crime stuff.