Nah. It's just that sort of thing where my birthday is next month, and it's another year gone without a husband or some root, you know?
And my job is becoming dumber and more soul-sucking everyday.
It's all hurty.
I'd settle for a one-bedroom apartment and a decent date at some point when I'm 34. That'd get me to 35, I think.
turns the internet upside-down and shakes it
There's Lee Goldberg wank over at f_w. Also, the ex-coworker I angsted about friending? Posts over there.
Shrift! Imagine the antics Major Lorne could get into trying to convince someone to be the life model for his painting...
Mm. Did I ever mention how good-looking (and tattooed) Kavan Smith is in person?
I can't figure out if Lee Goldberg is batshit crazy or just never had a beer with Captian Logic.
There's Lee Goldberg wank over at f_w.
That'll do me for the next thirty minutes. Woo!
Mm. Did I ever mention how good-looking (and tattooed) Kavan Smith is in person?
You may have, but I wasn't present at the time. Pray, elucidate.
This is pretty cool--some guy got onto an Air Mauritius plane with two loaded pistols and hijacked it, demanding to be flown to France for asylum. Problem was, the dipshit didn't speak French, which the pilot figured out in midflight. So, soon before landing, the pilot got on the intercom and told the rest of the plane in French what he was planning to do to thwart said hijacker, and since the guy couldn't figure out what was being said, it worked and he was arrested after landing.
One thing NOT to do is to decide for them whether you have "asked enough" or "bored them with my same problem," since that isn't your call to make.
This is coming from the perspective of an inveterate leaner, so filter appropriately: Of course you get to to decide whether you've asked enough, or bored them, or whatever. Sure, you may very well be wrong, but people
do
ask too much. And you can't be helped much more than you're comfortable with.
Which is not code to tell Allyson anything, just that I believe introspection and examination of your surroundings is a good thing.
You may have, but I wasn't present at the time. Pray, elucidate.
He was pretty enough that I kept furtively ogling him every time I walked past him, very blue-eyed, and a little rumpled and sheepish, with a tattoo on his right biceps. He seemed genuinely surprised that people were fans of his character, and as far as I know, he passed the "Don't Be a Dick" test at the con.