::makes note to Pete's No Fun list: Will not wear kilt::

I HAVE A 'NO FUN' LIST?!?

Jeeze, woman, you'll give me a complex.

I think I'm the combo of one of the guys/beautiful (as uncomfortable as it makes me to use that particular term, and as much as I feel I need to explain/disclaim the use of it here as particular to the type I get pinned as) freak, depending.

Pretty much what I feel like, though I'm sure others see it different (the loud annoying drunkard is the other option).

I've never been in a fight, for pretty much the reasons Pete outlines. Plus, I'm always the one who's all, "This fighting thing is cutting into my drinking time! Let's just stop with the fighting, okay?" But yeah. The day I'm cornered into a fight, it ain't gonna be pretty.

I know what types I'm not. I fear what type I am.

my ideal type is, like, a logger or something. And if he wears a tux, he has to know how to fistfight in it

You know, there's a paraphilia-related entry in Wikipedia that talks about just this. Made me feel a little spied on.

As a Scot, we have license to rage outwardly. As a Canadian, that's considered impolite. Welcome to my psychosis.

But - that's why y'all drink, right? Turning the rage into boozing!

As an Alaskan, I have carte blanche to drink and to fight. It's What We Do. (And then we smoke pot and have sex. Because that's all there is to do up there.)

Burrell is sexy librarian, but with the caveat that she does not have that primness the stereotype implies. Juliana and Aimee both seem to be broads--in the fun, sexy, boozy, tough-talking kinda way. JZ is adorable street urchin. Me, I think I"m totally one of the guys sadly.

Okay, ita just entered the room. Any foolish notions of fighting should probably leave now the professional's here.

ita, if I've never mentioned it, I totally admire your Krav work (if not your occasional craxy-training & bruising). Maybe someday I will investigate some kind of martial art as I don't like the idea of myself growing old, infirm and a nice easy target for the scum out there.

Jeeze, woman, you'll give me a complex.

You're British. You were born complex.

Bonnie Prince Charlie

Oooh! Oooh! IIRC, my ancestors fought with him!! Right bastards, my ancestors were! It makes me proud.

Juliana and Aimee both seem to be broads--in the fun, sexy, boozy, tough-talking kinda way.

high fives juliana

smooches Robin

I love being called a broad. It's such a great word.

I think I"m totally one of the guys sadly.

If you're one of the guys, it's definitely in a Some Kind of Wonderful way. If I am, it's more Million Dollar Baby. Which both had happy endings (or rather one happy ending and one amazing middle) as far as I'm concerned.

I totally admire your Krav work (if not your occasional craxy-training & bruising).

No, no! You have to admire it all. Okay, maybe you can just think well of part of it. There's krav in Seattle, you know. Plei kinda knows where, in that she went to the chocolate shop owned by the people who run the studion. Of course I'm location ignorant, so have no idea where that is in relationship to anything.

Whee! Aren't I useful?

Your British. You were born complex.

My British what? Honestly, where is your mind?

The word broad does suit you, tho'.

Huh. If I were to guess your type, I'd see you as the Precocious Little Girl.

As much as I was a precocious little girl, I don't think I've been seen that way for about 15 years. Certainly true pre-college, though.

As a Scot, we have license to rage outwardly. As a Canadian, that's considered impolite. Welcome to my psychosis.

You sure we're not related?