I forgot the ~ma!
Much ~ma for you, Gris, and a little rest for the sickies.
And baby~ma for B!
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I forgot the ~ma!
Much ~ma for you, Gris, and a little rest for the sickies.
And baby~ma for B!
Yeah, but it's like House got the cane, and now he can be a moody fucker full-time, like it comes with the parking spaces.(It kind of does, but I signed a confidentiality agreement, so I shouldn't say anything.) The world is House's newbie.
I'm pretty good at socializing and talking with people. I just have no concept of when people are flirting with me.
And I'm Ailleann. Also juliana, because I flirt even when I don't realize I'm flirting (apparently) but can never tell when someone else flirting Means It.
We're all hot. People should totally flirt with us.
flirt flirt flirt.
I loved the House episode of Scrubs. Cox is waving at the cameras saying there are no cameras here! and one of the interns looks at the camera like Aroo? They even gave Cox a cane.
was sending the mad signals in every which way that he liked me (though in my defense, he is a shy Brit, so the signals were... muted).
BWAH-HA-HA-HA!
Apparently Tom and Pete are related in some way.
Baby~ma for B!
The world is House's newbie.
Bwah! Exactly!
Very few people flirt with or hit on me. But I've dialed back my receptive and friendly...like a lot since college and being set upon by The Krazy Khristians. Or maybe it shows that I know how many ways there are to dismember someone. Maybe sometimes I look with Suspect Face. Or maybe I'm more like both those doctors then I think. Maybe I greet every day with a hearty "Look alive, Fiona. Show some stones out there." And even friendlies are left wondering who the fuck Fiona is.
Apparently, juliana and Vortex are me, or I am them. Sweet! It's the power of three. Heaven help the males of the species.
I didn't need to decipher DH's intentions. He made them very clear, not in a good way, and I proceeded to deliberately ignore him in the hopes that he would just go away. He finally did. Eight months later, we ran into each other at a hockey game, and he learned some subtlety. That was all she wrote. Now, of course, we're married and hardly ever see each other.
Labor~ma to B. Good thoughts to E too.
edit: And ~ma and lots of punctuation to Gris. I'm sorry for the suckiness.
Apparently Tom and Pete are related in some way.
aren't all british people related?
Now, come on... it's not Deliveranceshire, you know.
See, I think a lot of the misanthropy on this board is really social inhibition gone sour.
1. I am a misanthrope because PEOPLE SUCK, not because I'm socially retarded. At least 90% of the world annoys the CRAP out of me. I don't want to talk to them, much less flirt with them. I'm *picky,* not socially inhibited.
2. When I flirt-with-NO-intent, it tends to be with people who are damn well aware that there is no intent. Because I don't want people assuming intent where there is none.
3. In the past year I've gotten way pickier about my boundaries -- as in, physical interaction -- which many people at the SF2F got a taste of. (Er, sorry, but I don't know how to say "Please don't assume that because Person A hugged me that I want EVERYONE to hug me!" Or, you know, randomly grope me. My comfort level with that is pretty low, actually.)
So it took a full out kiss that suprised the hell out of me, followed by dinner and a discussion about Having A relationship (which, um, was more fun than it sounds, 'cause, Relationship! With Tom! Yay!) to get me aware at ALL that maybe he liked me a little bit, even, in That Way.
Dude, Nora & Tom are SO! CUTE! together. I have the world's biggest couple-crush on them.