I prefer "You don't LOOK that old!" which leaves me at once complimented and kinda freaked at the "O" word.
35!? That's insane! When did THAT happen?
Spike ,'Same Time, Same Place'
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I prefer "You don't LOOK that old!" which leaves me at once complimented and kinda freaked at the "O" word.
35!? That's insane! When did THAT happen?
I've had people argue with me and say I couldn't possibly...which I suppose would be a compliment if I had, like, this whole regimen that I was madly devoted to, but I don't, so I feel funny accepting it for my ancestors or something.
Hey Erin , Glad to see your pixels back
Ugh one time this guy wouldn't let me buy cigarettes, that weren't even for me! Because he swore I wasn't 18. He wouldn't even look at my ID. I was 24 at the time.
I love living in a city again.
And I'm drinking elderflower beer right now. AIFG.
No more arse-end-of-nowhere for me! Yay!
God, I didn't just abuse exclamation points there, I freakin' strung 'em up, flooged them and sold 'em as child prostitutes.
Erin, may I tag?
ERIN!!!!!
Jars! Good to see you too!
So, in shit-you-not news, on my driving adventures today, I passed a store called, "Off Track Bedding." I think I laughed for 10 minutes. Who in their right mind would shop at a place who thought *that* was a good name?
Typo, sure...if you fix my, er, typo.
Flooged. Jesus.
Hey, Beth! Happy to be back! I'm killing a few moments before I *gasp* actually go out. To drink and socialize or something. Weird.
But I'm wearing ALL. NEW. CLOTHES.
Christ will be making a 2nd showing tonight fo sho.
ERIN!!! YAYAAYAYAY! Hi girl! I am SO glad to hear you're doing better. YAY almost having the car back, and getting your life/finances in shape is awesome! Yay!
I just had custard. I shouldn't have, I wanted something savory, but my companion wanted custard, so I gave in. Now I'm debating....should I wait a while, and then go get some pizza? Or heat up a lean cuisine (the only edible thing in my house)? Or call up the 22 year old and see what she's up to? (That would require then either being turned down, or being not lazy and getting gussied up. Hrm. Do I feel not lazy? Not really. Even though I'd love to be entertained by her.)
God, I didn't just abuse exclamation points there, I freakin' strung 'em up, flogged them and sold 'em as child prostitutes.
COMMed. Typo? What typo?
Also, hi, Erin, good to see you again.