Hey, all! My Net is connected this afternoon! First day back from Xmas vaca, and it was a good day. I missed my students, and I started three new units today: a novel, Oedipus, and poetry. Fun.
My students dubbed Aeschylus, Sophocles and Euripedes Escalade, Esophagus, and Uterus. .
I flirt with many people, but not all. I get along with most people in casual social environments, but if I don't like you, I will avoid you, and cut you cold if you get up in my face. I flirt weird with girls, though; I have no problem flirting hard with gay or bi girls, but I find that I do that when I know them better, cause I generally Flirt without Intent, there, although I find that good bi/gay girlfriends are more inclined to heavy gropage than good het guyfriends.
I don't have physical boundaries pretty much at all with good friends, but I don't like people I don't know well to hug me.
Or is our big brain the only thing where we're "better" than other mammals?
When Emmett and I took billytea boating on Stow Lake, we got an excellent disquisition on Senses That Animals Have That Humans Do Not.
So I'm curious about our animalian advantages.
t aggravated foot tapping
B needs me. She didn't say as much, but she needs me. I can tell. But I have nowhere to put Em for four hours.
Dammit.
This is what happens when your babysitters go and have themselves a baby!
make out first, think later
The last couple of times I tried this, it was mostly a Bad Plan. Doesn't mean I won't try it again. Mmm, kisses.
Um, Aims, didn't you just cancel a babysitter like two hours ago? And wasn't she squawking about it?
I'll take her. Tell your husband to get off his ass and finish the teleporter. Oh, and also tell him belated hippo birdies from me.
*Smooches*
You think so much after, Gris. I blame the maths. They've done something to your thinker.
My rewatch of season 5 has been a joy over the last rough days.
Until you hit the hole in the world, then it's just pain.
Stoopid maths. If only I didn't need them to do my job, I'd chisel them right out of my brain. I should use the other parts of my brain more - maybe I'll try to magically find a lot of money so I can try my hand at producing theater.
Also, now I want kisses!
Um, Aims, didn't you just cancel a babysitter like two hours ago? And wasn't she squawking about it?
I know.
Kristin has an appointment. She wasn't supposed to sit until 7:30 tonight.
