Marry me, Erin.

Erin's got the sexy erudition.

Marry me, Erin.

Erin's got the sexy erudition.

I get serious wood for big sexy brains.

Oh dear. I seem to have dropped by at a bad time...

Whan that Aprille with his shores soote, the droughte of March hath...

What? Chaucer doesn't do it for you?

I'll leave now.

Went to see an apartment tonight, and it might be cool (and the lady was very nice), but I decided it's worth *trying* the new rent for a few months, and have emailed my landlord asking if it'd be OK to extend the lease to the end of June. I figure that'll give me some time to see how the new cost feels, and then find a new place if it seems too expensive. (And hey, maybe at that point there'll be a new apartment available at the place I looked at! Though the "having my own parking space" thing at that place was verrrry tempting)

9 times out of 10, it's being used as a pickup line, rather than as shorthand during a gender dysphoria discussion. And pickup lines are lame. So there.

Heh. What Jess said.

So I'm not lazy for not wanting to risk breaking a limb or getting into a car accident?

Well, the car accident part is probably more annoying to them (were I a manager, cause anyone who comes in would have to deal with that), but the "I have trouble walking and can't get there" bit kinda trumps that. Fuck 'em.

Her husband is a crazy organizer guy who calls all her friends on her birthday to remind them to call her

Um. That's a little weird. Cause sure, people forget, but...I'd rather my friends call me because they remember, than because someone else called them and said "CALL HER!"

"Nice shoes, fancy a shag?" Or at least, the latter was in use during my University days. Along with "Get your coat, love, you've pulled."

Hee. Somehow these sound so much more elegant than our versions (though if you tried the second one in a bar, 99% of people wouldn't know what the hell you were talking about, I expect)

As for the "taking bra off under shirt"...I'd say leaning towards tacky if you're INTENDING it to titilate (because really, there are better ways), but not inherently tacky (if you're just trying to be discreet in semi-public or somesuch).

Leif is getting big too

OMG, he's huge! And so cute!!

used to enjoy telling me that he had a whale (or, on other occasions, a mouse, or a monkey, or an elephant) in his pants.

Heh. Oh dear.

What does one need to do when leaving a place after 6 years?

Make sure you've got emails and phone numbers of anyone you might possibly need to contact in the future, be it for drinks or for a reference. Home email/phone as well as work, and including coworkers, bosses, and clients.

Yuck...shaved eyebrows. My mom says that sometimes when you do that they don't grow back

My grandmother shaved hers off in the 30s or early 40s, and they never grew back (dunno how LONG she shaved them for, but not for more than a few years, at most)

And in conclusion, Erin is a sexy sexy Bitch.

I thinks "loins" is like "pants." Sounds plural, is singular.

Well, hopefully.

You know, I was just thinking about Betsy's reply, and thinking to myself, "Hrm, I usually just say "my pussy" -- no name -- when all of a sudden I remembered that awful "My Buddy" doll, and the theme song for the commercial, and now I have "My Pussy" running through my heads -- with accompanying visuals from the commercial.

It's quite disturbing.

Sammie the cat is now safely snuggling in the crook of my left arm and on my shoulder. For ten minutes now.

This is a major step for her trust. She's been very shy and slowly learning that I'm not a threat for several months.

Harvey the cat, OTOH, jumped on me and told me to skritch him almost instantly.

t carefully skritces Sammi

Oh dear. I seem to have dropped by at a bad time...

The reign of King Henry II?

Ok, so one at least person here has named their loins after all.

Not bad, Kristin! I feel your watery pain!

I thinks "loins" is like "pants." Sounds plural, is singular.

Yeah, it's short for 'pantaloins'.

You'd think you'd have been on a first-name basis after all these years. Is it all "How do you do, Ms. Queynt? Isn't the weather lovely?"

Sounds like a Monty Python sketch.