I just made someone walk into a wall. He was busy gawping over his shoulder at me and veered into a wall instead of walking around the corner. This is not the first time I've done this while working in this particular building.

I have to wonder if you couldn't milk a situation like that for maximum embarassment to the guy. Feign ignorance and ask him "Oh my God, are you okay? What happened?"

not a skirt made of barking weasels

Heh.

The other day a teenager rode his bike over to me so he could yell something at me. Dunno what he said, as I was iPodding at the moment.

Jilli, you tell these stories and still, I can not get just how people can be that effing retarded. And I mean that in the true definition of the word. Socially retarded. It's a freaking hoopskirt, not a skirt made of barking weasels.

It does make me want to take people someplace with a large variety of different sorts of people and see if they can function.

Oh, and I'm watching It Takes A Thief right now! Except I should get in the shower.

It's a freaking hoopskirt, not a skirt made of barking weasels.

Wow, there's an image.

(And actually, it's not a hoopskirt today, it's calf-length black petticoats w/ a black ruffled skirt, white Victorian-style blouse, and black jacket w/ my Hogwarts crest patch on it. And stripey tights. And a hat. But yes, still. You would think that people wouldn't walk into walls when they see me.)

Cute is totally a survival tool.

Yes, yes it is.

Thanks, guys!

Today was so ridiculously humid. I just can't muster the energy to deal with moving-- which I do in seven days!

Cute is totally a survival tool.

Yep.

Cute is totally a survival tool.

Cute kitties and puppies are more likely to be adopted, so we're breeding them for the cute. Also, people who have pets live longer, so they're breeding us for pet-loving.

Did we all know that if we allow gay people to get married, it will lead to duck orgies?

Wait, I take it back. Wouldn't a really intelligent design make offspring that didn't make their parents insane in the first place?

I have to wonder if you couldn't milk a situation like that for maximum embarassment to the guy. Feign ignorance and ask him "Oh my God, are you okay? What happened?"

If it happens again, I will. Of course, I'm still waiting to see one of the up-to-the-minute trendy young women in my office wearing this tank top from Bebe, so I can then exclaim "Oh, what a cute top! So, if you're Gothic Beauty Savvy, how come I haven't seen you at any of the local clubs or events? Did you just move to the area ...?"