'The Killer In Me'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
A weirdo ex-boyfriend from high school just found me on MySpace and sent me an email about getting together...because apparently he lives in LA, is a WGA writer and is on strike...so he has lots of time! Bah. His profile says he's married, and I have to believe that he's no longer the slimeball he was when he was 17, but I'm a little skeeved.
It's been 17 years since I saw him. He's probably a perfectly normal nice guy now, right?
was laughing like a maniac when we took her -... until we got ready to leave.
Good point. I forgot my moratorium on doing anything fun until he's...30.
have to believe that he's no longer the slimeball he was when he was 17
You do? He's probably *more* normal, but not perfectly normal nice...
Kristin, maybe you could test the slimballiness by replying that you wouldn't be against getting together but gee, won't it be hard to find a time when all four of you (wife and Drew) are free?
Either that or just pretend you have no memory of him what so ever.
Hmm, the Outer Banks may not want my puppy, and I'm not going without her. Silly, "no puppy" clauses.
That reminds me, a friend of mine in LA was at some place smoking out on the terrace when a guy left his pretty blonde date at their table to come over and chat up my friend C. He's telling her she should drop by his studio, blah, blah blah. C told him he should probably return to his date. He told her it wasn't really a date.
C later looked him up on his myspace page, and he wasn't lying. That wasn't his date; it was his wife.
What a cute puppy! I wouldn't go without her either!
How could the outer banks not want that adorable face? Stoopid banks!
Yeah, they're totally missing out on the Cute!
PUPPY!!
Ahem. Sorry.
They said the ideal employee was someone who was detail-oriented, unimaginative, focused on procedure, and lacked empathy.
I'm imaginative, and I can lack all the empathy I need when it's called for. Sometimes, though, you have to give a poor clueless customer a few hairpats when he's suddenly been told, "The computer's don't work, fix them," when he was originally hired to put up drywall.
oh .... puppy!