Nope. Never met the ita. And yet, I suspect she's been a person I've been familiar with longest online. Or at least cared to. I didn't really hit the chat shit until 1998 or so. And ran into her shortly thereafter, though I have no idea if I posted.
I'm used to imaginary friends.
Back when I was living in Prague, I had a friend from my school working in Prague, who had graduated my freshman year, but who had been an anchor for me. We used to throw parties and such in Praha. But my school friends didn't intersect with her. It was a thing. So I got accused of having an imaginary friend, for nearly 5 months. It was hilarious. They just would..hate each other. I didn't allow them to meet, until the last week or so. And they clashed, oh, they clashed. It was funny. As it was, I hated some of my "imaginary" friend's friends even as they helped me out. It was insane. If I never have to detail Schrodinger's cat to an amorous dude rolling in ecstacy again, I will be very, very happy.
::throws out ecstasy stash::
Yeah, whatever. Is your name Bret? If not, I will not hate you. He was such a shit.
Goodlord, I'm screwing up my prepositions.
Friends take you out drinking and deliver you home with a bottle of single malt? Friends make you DRUNK.
I need friends like this. Where do you find them?
I am also not seeing anyone tonight, and I got yummy Chinese food on the way home.
Also? Friends take you out drinking and deliver you home with a bottle of single malt? Friends make you DRUNK.
HAR!
I went out with grad school friends, but most of them left early, BUT! That meant I spent some extra time with some of the new kids, which was nice. Yay new people.
Tomorrow I'm afraid my one friend is going to want to come over to watch Alias off my DVR, which means I have got to do some cleaning before I meet them at 1. Which means no sleeping till all hours like I did this morning.
The friend is a year laid off friend. With more adventure than I have. And a night off from her teenage (pregnant! At 15 !) foster kid.
Friend is a good egg. She fosters teenage girls, but draws the line at raising a baby. But she remains a resource if they choose to have babies, just not in her house. I think it breaks her heart, but she knows she's not the person to raise a baby,. She IS the person to get to a 15 year year old and build her confidence and give her the skills to raise and/or give away a baby.
Not my actual ass. By "ass" I meant "self."
Is that metonymy or synechdoche?
I put in a load of laundry and went to get carry out pasta. This had better taste good.
msbelle, no. Which is a good idea given how doofy I am right now. Thank GOD for edit boxes.
Loopy & me, means really bad typing.
