Guys are more straightforward than that.
If he didn't want to go, he wouldn't have called.
No one makes plans with someone out of duty/pity.
A phone call is just a phone call.
I love the smell of desperate librarian in the morning.
Snyder ,'Showtime'
Spike's Bitches 25 to Life
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brenda m - Jul 21, 2005 5:20:19 pm PDT #2085 of 10001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
Steph L. - Jul 21, 2005 5:20:46 pm PDT #2086 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
Okay, now make me believe you mean it.
t edit Note: the crazy lies with me not believing, NOT with you sounding like you don't mean it.
All your crazy are belong to me.
brenda m - Jul 21, 2005 5:21:10 pm PDT #2087 of 10001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
I mean it.
tommyrot - Jul 21, 2005 5:21:43 pm PDT #2088 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
A phone call is just a phone call.
Except when it's a cigar.
Steph L. - Jul 21, 2005 5:23:57 pm PDT #2089 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
Except when it's a cigar.
See, *that* would be okay....
tommyrot, you're a guy. I'm trying to overanalyze this, aren't I? I should chill, yes?
Cashmere - Jul 21, 2005 5:24:05 pm PDT #2090 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.
He called you, teppy. That speaks volumes. I'm jealous of you having ice cream with Liese & her DH.
This reminds me of the Tick. "Babies, chum: tiny, dimpled, fleshy mirrors of our us-ness, that we parents hurl into the future, like leathery footballs of hope. And you've got to get a good spin on that baby, or evil will make an interception!"
Dude! I must tag!
tommyrot - Jul 21, 2005 5:25:42 pm PDT #2091 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
I'm trying to overanalyze this, aren't I? I should chill, yes?
Yes. And yes.
He's probably busy at the moment, and figures that the two of you will have plenty of time for long, meaningful conversation very soon....
billytea - Jul 21, 2005 5:29:22 pm PDT #2092 of 10001
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
Remind me that guys are more straightforward than that, please? And that if he didn't want to go, he wouldn't have called? That no one makes plans with someone out of duty/pity? That sometimes, a phone call is just a phone call?
Steph, guys are more straightforward than that. Except for me, obviously, as my plans to score a date have taken on the proportions of the D-Day landing, to the extent of referring to first dates as 'beachheads' and codenaming the whole enterprise "Operation Boompty Boompty".
I should probably stop putting that in the email headings.
tommyrot - Jul 21, 2005 5:30:50 pm PDT #2093 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
my plans to score a date have taken on the proportions of the D-Day landing, to the extent of referring to first dates as 'beachheads' and codenaming the whole enterprise "Operation Boompty Boompty".
Try not to get seasick in the landing craft....
Steph L. - Jul 21, 2005 5:31:52 pm PDT #2094 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
Right on. Chilling.
Thanks for cutting my crazy down to size.
I'ma go to bed now. Donating blood one day and then hosting the communist invasion the next -- well, it makes a girl really, really, tired.
To bed, to bed, said Sleepyhead.