Catching up from waaaay back:
I would not get rid of a pet if it were simply a case of the guy not liking the pet. If it's that much of a deal-breaker, then there are probably other things I wouldn't like about the guy.
The final thing that caused me to break up with the PsychoEx? His statement that when we moved in together (which hadn't really been discussed), I was going to HAVE to get rid of those stupid stuffed animals, and that it was dumb for me to be 25 and sleep with a toy rabbit. That was the final clue of "Wow, you are not the person for me, are you?"
MY iPOD CAME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yay! And lots of job~ma to you.
Aaaaand Jilli trumps the Bitches with stuffed animals.
But it definitely was a big old clue.
Yay, vw! And have a heaping helping of the very best jobma. Good thoughts.
Yay for the iPod, vw! And much job~ma, too!
Is LJ logging anyone else out?
I've been on all morning, more or less, and it's been fine for me.
Yay vw for good news.
The names for hurricanes this year include: Cindy, Emily, Lee, and Maria. I am very afraid.
But it definitely was a big old clue.
You would think I would have realized it earlier, what with the
"When we're married and have kids ..." "Um, I don't want children." "Oh, I'll change your mind."
conversations, the
"Your friends aren't cool enough for us to hang out with"
statements, and the
"But why won't you have sex with a girl and let me watch? I think you're repressed"
argument. But no, I ignored all that. Apparently, if I had said I was going to move in with him, my parents had a plan involving me vanishing to Canada for a few weeks while they and some friends talked some sense into me.
t /me me me meeeee
So! Someone distract me. I don't want to look at these Help files anymore.
The names for hurricanes this year include: Cindy, Emily, Lee, and Maria. I am very afraid.
Whee! You Bitches better check yourselves, yo.
dashes through thread waving glittery bats and singing a Danny Elfman medley
Was that distracting enough for you?
Yes! It shall be the year of CLEM!
Fay! Hi!
And now I'm off to the crap class. See you on the flip side, Bitches.
(I don't know why I was suddenly compelled to say that. The spirit of Johnny Fever seems to have possessed me.)
