If they're not you just say, "I earned 'em myself!"

Right! Or "Thanks! I bought them with my own money!"

Except that the entire street and everyone in every car is turning to look so they can judge for themselves, and I prefer not to have a couple of hundred strangers inviting themselves to peruse.

ah, therein lies the difference between you and me! (Not really!) Actually, if anyone noticed at all they'd probably just notice the ass-y car shouting guys.

Steph, did you get the magic cards I sent in the mail? I probably should have gotten a track on it.

Hee!

Steph, you realize that you are more than welcome to send Magic cards to the House O' Reason and ask for them to be signed, right?

The only thing I've ever yelled from a car window was "Cause you gots the flavah!"

set it off, set it off . . .

Weirdly, though, the book publishing thing has helped the self-image issues out a bit.

Well, the author photo suggests that you're one good designer dress away from '60s glamor. Say, the younger part of the set that Rosemary Murphy's character would hang around with about three years after Any Wednesday left off.

Steph, you realize that you are more than welcome to send Magic cards to the House O' Reason and ask for them to be signed, right?

Well, it wasn't like I was all, "Must have cards signed by important Drawing Guy!" Mostly, I bought the Magic cards because they were in the $1 box at the cash register (sorry, Pete), and I figured if there were some Pete cards, then it would be fun to have them, because, well, I know Pete.

The signing was just one of those, "Hey, I'm going to Seattle soon; want me to take these for Pete to sign?" "Oh, yeah -- cool!" things.

If that makes ANY sense at all.

Steph, that makes perfect sense. I just figured I should point out that if you had your heart set on signed cards, you can just send them to him.

(Heh. I should make him sign the Vampire card of me, because that would be funny.)

When I was in high-school I had a car with a PA speaker under the hood. My friends and I said lots of silly and random things to strangers, but never insults. I can't quite comprehend why someone would do that. Of course I also don't understand why anyone would think wolf-whistles and shouts of "Hey, baby" from the window of a pick-up would be a turn-on.

Of course I also don't understand why anyone would think wolf-whistles and shouts of "Hey, baby" from the window of a pick-up would be a turn-on.

I think mostly they don't think it is a turn-on. They think it is a way to easily humiliate their target. That's why I like to disarm with a friendly reply!

Hey, did anyone else dream that the world was ending last night? I had an incredibly vivid and scary dream to that effect and just found out a friend of mine did too. Worried I should start preparing for the, you know, apocalypse!

Rural girls showing off for the college boys. Not appreciated by everyone, but definitely preferable to insults.

Wow. That's... special. This former rural girl showed off for the college boys by drinking them under the table and then going home alone without exposing herself to anyone!

Shrift, your whitefont has convinced me. I'm buying the ep off iTunes tonight!

I'm totally biased, but the opinion I saw on LJ after it aired was, "If you don't understand why we love Frank Iero after watching this, you have NO SOUL." So yes.

So...does that mean I'm really Pete?

I had to stop and figure out whether you meant Jilli's Pete or Pete Wentz.

I... need sleep.

Timelies all!

Well, I've managed to do a real number on the little toe on my right foot. I smacked it into the corner of the dresser last night. Now it's puffy and turning interesting shades of purple. Also, it hurts to move it. Feh...