I probably wouldn't go for dinner with someone who had a crush on me who I'd never met because men can be creepy and sticky and that sort of thing always goes way wrong for me.
However, I learnt this lesson by having more than one or two dinners with guys who knew I wasn't interested in them.
Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, it's still your fucking fault asshole, and please stop sending me emails.
Fool me three times and I will kill you.
Question: Should I put my pic up on my frontpage with the blurbs:
Or on the bio page?
I didn't get a picture either place! Also, do you know how soon it will be available, Allyson?
libkitty, I think Allyson was asking where to put a picture, since she haven't had one up yet.
Oh, and I think it should go in the bio page - that's your description and how you look to go with it, I think (even though I have no idea how these things work, so maybe they're supposed to be done some other way).
Oh, and the reason I originally poked my head in here - according to the Buffista Calendar, today is Abby's birthday, whom I hadn't seen posting in forever, and I hope the well-wishes find their way to her, somehow.
Morning!
The TDS segment about walkathons was filmed one block from my office building. Which supports my contention that if you just stand long enough on Boylston Street, all of Boston will go by in due time....
So they hired a lip reader to figure out what Materazzi said just before Zidane headbutted him.
Hold on, wait, that one's not for a nigger like you.
We all know you are the son of a terrorist whore.
So just fuck off.
Congratulations to flea and Capser and Casper's dad and aunt Nutty and all their family and yay! Welcome to the world, baby boy!
Happy Birthday, Abby!
So they hired a lip reader to figure out what Materazzi said just before Zidane headbutted him.
Not the sort of things to say to a man when you've just gotten to second base with him.
Whoot for mini-Casper!
Ha, Fred, just what I was thinking. Talk about your mixed signals.
Huh. When I saw flea yesterday, she insisted that mr. flea was being silly for jumping out of his chair every time she called home. Guess not!
And welcome, tiny armadillo man!