Juliana, just out of curiousity, can you hear me biting my tongue all the way up there?
How about you, Steph?
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Juliana, just out of curiousity, can you hear me biting my tongue all the way up there?
How about you, Steph?
What is with this yo-yo thing?
He wants what he can't have, and he wants to be the good guy. He's also aware that he gave up more than he knows. I'm out of his orbit now, so Perkins, you can stop biting through your tongue. :)
juliana, I don't mean to imply a hit. Maybe a slight smack upside the head.
Just a little light cluesticking and subsequent evil laughter, that's all I personally want.
I love sleeveless dressy stuff, so y'all can blame me.
He wants what he can't have, and he wants to be the good guy. He's also aware that he gave up more than he knows.
Yup yup yup.
Ahem. My ex-husband emailed me last night to tell me that he misses me and loves me.
I'm with Steph in saying " that took less time than I thought it would"
Glad you have the buffer of distance. I think for Z's sake - he really needs to lose someone that he could have had forever. He really needs to learn to appreciate what he has. I'm sorry it had to be so hard on you.
Sigh.
I just tried to answer the phone, but my voice doesn't seem to have made it into the building this morning.
Juliana, just out of curiousity, can you hear me biting my tongue all the way up there?
How about you, Steph?
You mean can I hear you biting your tongue? Or am *I* biting *my* tongue? (I'm clearly not biting *my* tongue, because I already snarked about how quickly he pulled the "I miss you" routine.)
I think you just answered your own question, Steph.
Juliana, he has just pulled Exhibit A for "Why It's Good You Moved" out of his...
Well, wherever.
Have I mentioned I'm glad you moved? Because, man, I so am.
Sigh.
I don't consider arms to be a factor in decent coverage.
That's because your arms could not be mistaken for small beached whales.
Sure, I go sleeveless from time to time.
Then I see photos.
And, well, ouch.