Alibelle, I totally know your pain. My friend talked me into taking a ballroom dance lesson, and the teacher was DRIPPING sweat the whole time. And I had to touch him. It woogied me out completely.
Yeah, that's gross. Somehow, I can kind of forgive it, though, if they are obviously working up the sweat as they are dancing with you because, hey!, exercise, and it happens. Starting off with hideous breath, and a complete lack of deodorants, so that one's au naturelle scent emanates strongly from you, is much less forgivable. Unfortunately, I was new to this class, and so I didn't know to stay away from where this guy was. I realized only after he had already asked me to dance that all the other girls had quickly scattered to the other side of the room when it was time to grab a partner. Obviously, they had already learned the lesson.
Man. I feel really mean complaining so much about this, but I am also really cranky right now, so I'm finding it difficult to stop.
Okay. Um. Maybe tomorrow I'll see one of those rainbows that Kat mentioned. If not, I'll still get to see the pretty pink light that shines through my pink umbrella, so that will be fun.
Well, until the camp director basically told him he could do whatever he wanted to me since his parents have money, but that's another story.
You had one of those, too?
ION, I'm looking at Birthright Israel programs, and realizing that, as amazing as hiking up Masada sounds, I don't think I can do it. Or, I can, but I can't keep up with a group of other people, and I can't do that and do a lot of walking the day before and the day after. I hate this.
Oof. Alyson Hanigan sporting her shortest ever haircut on television and they put a hat on her. I need to talk to the costuming people.
Also, I am desperately tired of these wounded bad boy woobies. Can we get a snarky mean guy who doesn't blubber every time the female protagonist is looking?
Alibelle, I'm sorry you had the sucktastic day.
Someone get me a Logan, stat! I still can't bear Michel. I don't think they're ever going to do anything with him to give him a human dimension in my eyes. Logan, OTOH, nummy! And I've decided when I like Rory -- when
Logan's holding her, you know, with his hand on her rib cage the way he does.
Oh, and Luke has the sexiest chest ever. It's just so big, and capable (and pretty self-assured) and I want to lean my head against it.
This is what I'm saying, ita. When he
was holding her and she was leaning back a little
just the way
they fit.
rowr.
You can definitely have a Logan, just not GG Logan.
Don't try to out-Marty me, P-C.
I am
certain
I can be more boring than you.
That was precisely the moment, Kat. I like self assured men with wry senses of humour -- that eyebrow quirk, matched with very gentle hands?
I'll settle for a clone, and I mightn't even need him for that long. But he sure knows how to look, and I love that in a guy.
eta
Yes, ita. The hands on
her ribs.
And the
voice, the words, the smart and easiness of it all.
Yummy.
You can have a clone of my Logan.
Thanks, Hec.
I want to learn to sing. Singing is probably really hard to learn, but that's okay. It seems like a nifty thing to know.
