Mal ,'War Stories'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I'm assuming someone posted it in the 200 messages above I skipped?
Moi, naturelllement.
(that means "Me, naturally." msbelle)
With groups of women, I can feel like I missed something key when learning to socialise. Which I probably did, being raised in a mostly female family and going to all girls schools from age 11.
Sniff. Sniff.
I'm assuming someone posted it in the 200 messages above I skipped?
I read this as:
Sniff. Sniff. I'm assuming someone posted in the 200 messages above I skipped?
I got all excited, as this is how I feel much of the time as I try to keep up with just a few threads, and fail miserably.
Sigh...
This just in: different search engines do things differently:
There's more than one search engine?
:: clasps Google to her bosom ::
:: Google suffocates ::
:: weeps ::
With groups of women, I can feel like I missed something key when learning to socialise.
The gauntlet of wedding and baby showers I'm running this year has only reinforced my feeling that, yes, my acculturation is wildly incomplete.
The gauntlet of wedding and baby showers I'm running this year has only reinforced my feeling that, yes, my acculturation is wildly incomplete.
I've been lucky in that most of those things either fall into family, college friends, or krav circles -- all a bunch of gender freaks in their own way.
And I mean the term freak very gently.
Timelies all!
Happy Birthday Vortex!
Happy birthday, Vortex!
And I mean the term freak very gently.
Yeah. For me, it's a unnerving sense of the alien, like noticing the off-key details of a dream as you're having a kegger with your college buddies at your great aunt and uncle's two-houses-ago-home and crocodiles are roaming wild in Kansas. Like standing in a Burger King in Budapest and trying to figure out how to order french fries; the landscape looks familiar, like you ought to know what you're doing, but the language is nothing like your own and nobody stops to help you, because you're dressed like you belong there instead of wearing a Hawaiian shirt and a fanny pack and sneakers that light up when you walk.
Like that.
I'm the poor relation in my family.
Yeah, but you're clearly the coolest, Gud.
Also poor relation, but they're all nouveau and shit, so I'm not sure it counts.