I've had a good subway ride home with him, where we stood on the street corner and chatted for another 10 minutes before finally going home, so I'm hoping that's a good sign.

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It's definitely not a bad one.

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Sounds like a good sign to me, vw.

When I get carded, I smile brightly and say, "I'm old enough to be flattered that you asked," while reaching into my wallet. Then I add, "And don't tell me you look at everyone's ID, or you'll spoil my fun."

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Hi, I'm Sunil Patel. You may remember me from such conversations as "*Less Than Zero* is depressing" and "Look! It's Dr. Levander!"

Would you like to have coffee with me sometime?

How could someone say no to that, huh? Booooo.

And that was the first and last time I ever asked someone out.

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The profanity discussion amused me, because when it started I was weaving through the streets around the ballpark looking for parking and exposing Annabel to all the more colorful parts of my vocabulary.

(I was going to take the bus from the park & ride, only all the parking was full because more people are busing to work now that gas is so expensive. So I had to drive down to the ballpark and ended up paying $20 for parking and not making it to our seats until the bottom of the first. Hence the swearing. Game kinda sucked too, but at least it was a gorgeous day to be outside in.)

Really? I think that's pretty normal. Older folk are more likely to have a problem with profanity. I don't swear in front of anyone of that age unless I know them and know it wouldn't make them uncomfortable.

Yeah. I never swear in front of my parents. I would also never bring alcohol into their home, nor serve it while they were guests in mine. I'm sure they know all their kids drink--it's not like we hide our wine racks when they come over--and wouldn't exactly be stunned to realize we swear, but we still respect their rules when we're around them.

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My parents might not have taught me to swear, but they sure taught me how to stock a liquor cabinet. After the recent earthquake I learnt that my mother and I share a similar primary panic -- protect the alcohol!

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Happy Birthday, Tep!

I've decided it's time I started dating. Naturally, I have no idea how to do it, but I keep meeting nice people on the internet, so I thought I'd start there.

Scary, but good stuff. The ad was lovely.

smart, funny and seems like a good soul, too

Or, you know, what Robin said.

One picture I would like to put up is me feeding a rainbow lorikeet.

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Ah well, I'm a Gemini, we're complicated.

But awesome, don't forget awesome... And happy belated JSw, haven't seen you in ages.

I am cranky. I have a UTI for the first time in five years. But my doc got me in about an hour after I called and I have antibiotics now. Why did he tell me not to drink while taking them?

eta: Drinking alcohol while taking (drug) may cause side effects such as flushing, nausea, vomiting, and heart rate disturbances. Alcohol ingestion should be avoided while taking (drug). Discuss this potential interaction with your healthcare provider at your next appointment, or sooner if you think you are having problems. This interaction is poorly documented and is considered moderate in severity.

I've heard my dad say, "fuck" once and I am still mentally scarred. I can say it. He can't. It's just Not Right.

I checked my wineglasses after the earthquake. They were okay.

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Geez, you guys sure can post a lot in a couple of days! Anyway, just wanting to chime in with the thought that the lovely moon goddess seems to be pushing all of us a little closer to the earth than normal, and the communist invaders seem to be having a field day. Seems like it's abnormalcy all the way around this month. Blech.

This post is brought to you by the word seem, and the lack of my brain to do thesauring tonight.

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I skipped like a skippy thing. I apologize and swear to catch up tommorrow and deliver the appropriate ~ma and hugs.

It's like there's some cosmic rule that the one night you want to go home, throw on your jammies, and go to bed, your roomate will throw the only party (well, ok, gathering of more than two people) she's thrown in a YEAR.

They're singing 'Afternoon Delight'. Help me, Jesus.

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One picture I would like to put up is me feeding a rainbow lorikeet. Unfortunately, I seem to have misplaced it.

I have one. Possibly two.

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