Emily won't let me buy her a present. She's mean.
A present for what? You just bought her an iPod. She must feel all presented out.
Of course, that's not a good reason not to get her a present.
'The Girl in Question'
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Emily won't let me buy her a present. She's mean.
A present for what? You just bought her an iPod. She must feel all presented out.
Of course, that's not a good reason not to get her a present.
A present for what? You just bought her an iPod. She must feel all presented out.
Just a present for being the best roommate ever. You know? Nothing special...
And, the iPod was a group gift, so it wasn't just from me.
Just a present for being the best roommate ever. You know? Nothing special...
I give you permission to buy such a gift.
So, quick as a cat, she waxes my upper lip, and says “You had little moustache. You wouldn’t notice. It bothered me. I didn’t tell you.” I probably should have been insulted or frightened, but actually? Kind of grateful. Then she said “Here is my card. You will come back.” And damned if I won’t.
Heh. Evil and helpful at the same time.
I second that emotion, vw. Go for it.
In oddly related news, I have single-handedly created a squealing Phantom fangurl of my friend, who has never been a fan of anything before. She's fallen hard, and I am having a very good time pointing and laughing. She just called me from the mall.
E: So, I was just looking for, like, Phantom of the Opera t-shirts for us, and I couldn't find any. So then I was looking for good t-shirts to use to make our own, and I ended up in Hot Topic and, well, I got you a present.
Me (hopeful): What??
E: It's not a corset.
Me: Oh.
E: Those were too expensive. It's a tank top just lacy and froofy enough to give the illusion of Christine's underwear thing. We are wearing them out tonight.
Me: You are wrong in the head! (I showed her the recap.)
E: I'm dropping it off at your house now. Change into it and I'll be back in an hour.
This is the girl who never got my fandom. So very, very satisfying.
Heh. Evil and helpful at the same time.
Yep. I figure that this is a woman I want on my side.
I made ramen for dinner. I'm embarassed to say that. I usually cook better than that, but we're both sick, and ramen sounded good.
I wonder if cat stacking is, A. do-able on webtv; and, 2. like Tetris.
Link, anyone?
I wonder if cat stacking is, A. do-able on webtv; and, 2. like Tetris.
It's more like Dr. Robotnik's Mean Bean Machine.
Link, anyone?
I'm no enabler!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* for vw and Emily!
Bev, you're making me miss your Merc. My parents cars were always like that. I never seem to rack up those kinds of adhesions to my cars and I kind of miss it. I think your new car is a Tara. Stylish, yet sedate. Built for comfort, not for speed. You will, of course, choose an apropos name for her. But until you do, I shall think of her as Tara.
{{Lilty}} Bummer on the rejection. Still, it's much easier to take the rejection when your not counting on the position than when you are. I'm glad your current work is going well enough that it's only a minor "oh, well" to receive it. And, mail merge is something magical. Personally, I have no magic.