Sekrit Silly mememe message to Fay: First, thanks for your comments on the Crush!girl thing, they were very helpful. Second, any estimates on about how long it will take me to appreciate the really great friendship I've struck up with her (we've talked every day on this vacation so far. It's crazy.) for what it is, and stop resenting it as a second-class substitute for smoochies?

The food messages meara mearaed are making me hungry. Other than that, though I've been reading (sorta) all day, I have to confess that my brain has completely failed to process the day's Bitch events. So I give ~ma to all who need it, hugs to all who accept them and bright smiles to the others, cuz I love you all, and ask nicely that whoever is borrowing my brain while I'm on vacation return it by the end of the month when classes start again.

Hmm.

Seekrit message for Gris:

Months, maybe? Turning your attention to alternative crushes is a good way of diffusing it.

I wish you all the luck and fortune in the world.

Not only do I have no slips, I barely have any skirts/dresses. The dressed-down workplace has got me down to jeans, jeans, and more jeans. I like it but occasionally I wouldn't mind feeling a bit more girly. Whenever I try to, though, I'm just not comfy. I love the feel of my jeans, what can I say?

Also, I wish my GF would hurry up and read HP6! Spoiler ahoy: My poor Dumbledore! And Snape! I'm all conflicted and shit.

xposted from Boxed Set:

Promo photos from Season 2 of House. [link]

The dressed-down workplace has got me down to jeans, jeans, and more jeans.

GC's going topless at work, pass it on.

GC's going topless at work, pass it on.

I dunno. Paris Hilton wears way-cut-off jeans as a tube top....

Sigh. Thanks, Fay. That's about what I figured. Brains are silly things.

Anyone wanna hear cute Annabel stories?

And another Tarot deck hits eBay.

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I have replied to date-seeking woman, and invited her to the Zoo this Sunday. She'd wanted to know an interesting thing about me, so I told her that if she's on time then I'll tell her one. If she's ten minutes late I'll tell her three, and if she's later than that she won't be able to get me to shut up. So now I'm planning to turn up with a pocket full of about twelve things about me, and she can pick one at random. She wants to know any more, well, that's what the second date's for. Or possibly they could be a way to kickstart a stuck conversation.

Won't make me seem any less odd, of course, but I figure she should've noticed that by now.