Cindy, you'll be fine with a glass of wine. Drink up!
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
When I tried to think about what "type" I am, I went to a Some Kind of Wonderful place, but not in a "one of the guys" way. I was more thinking Nerdy-Loser-Misfit.
Or possibly Eclectic-Loser-Misfit-with-a-fucked-up-family, a la Pretty in Pink.
And then, of course, there's my enduring first impression, which I can never ever shake: Girl Next Door. Good Girl. Girl Scout Cookie.
Guess what I found on my desk when I got in this morning? A gift from the Wallybee! It's a rather lovely Picasso fountain pen, along with a children's exercise book for practising writing Chinese characters. And a 'Best Wishes' card for celebrating the Year of the Golden Pig.
In other news, I like the way she writes Chinese characters. They flow very attractively.
Teppy, thanks.
And I'm the girl nextdoor, too. But I'm a little...INTENSE.
That's the most romantic thing I've heard all day billytea.
Oh, billytea, that's incredibly sweet.
{{{DJ}}} Vibing you stiff drinks and Dachshund puppies and the freedom to stab someone at work and whatever else helps.
ION, my new favorite picture of Hec. And the sleeping Boo.
That's very sweet, BT.
It has been pointed out to me that I can have a first impression as That Girl. The girl that the heroine takes the guy away from, because she's, well, more human.
Thing is? I never have the guy. Big waste of Thatness.
Me, I think I"m totally one of the guys sadly.
First, thanks Robin, and second, I'd call you the Hipster Chick, not one of the guys. But maybe that's because I'm not a guy?
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.
I knew it! There's a little girl in you still.
I like to think of Jilli as what Alice B Toklas would call "la femme decoratif." In a word, beautiful.
Matilda is so very pretty and so very much her mom's little baby girl.
I'd call you the Hipster Chick, not one of the guys.
Now I'm thinking of Robin as ...dammit, what's that Audrey Hepburn movie where she does that dance...in that place...a cafe? They recently scavenged it for some ad or another.
