I know. I know. It's really sad to read anything into this.
I don't know anything of the sort. I think that's great!
Oof, Drew, hope it isn't bad news. Also hope the letter thing works out before returning to sender.
Everyone and their mother is at the laundromat tonight. Don't they know I come here this late to avoid the crowd? Sheesh. Now it will take me at least 2x longer. Although if I get enough washed for tomorrow I might just bag the rest for later.
Fay, you are adorable, and "textual intercourse" is my new favorite phrase in the history of phrases.
ND either has to go get it himself or sign the slip saying I can go get it for him.
Perhaps they will accept a facsimile of the signed slip?
If so, some combination of scan/e-mail/print should work.
Perhaps they will accept a facsimile of the signed slip?
Or a forgery? I mean, what are they checking it against?
True enough. I'm going to wait until I hear back from ND (who hopefully gets my email before he checks the board) to see what he wants me to do.
fourteen year old girl
Nuh uh! Hopefully we still squee at 24, 34, 44, 54, etc when the cute flirty boys call us.
I'm jealous.
Of him, for getting to call Fay and not sell a kidney.
New computer is a bit...off. Though am enjoying faster internet, something is a little broken.
Hate my devastating lack of techliness.
K-Bug is asking me about RHPS down in the San Diego area. I found a theater in Encinitas that does RHPS Friday nights. Anyone know anything about Crazed Imaginations?
Apparently CJ just ask his sister "If you were my age and not my sister, would you think I was hot".
Bless you for indulging me, people! I keep trying to be stern with myself about not making it into a Thing in my head. But, you know, it's nice, this fancying thing - even if I later realise that he's Not That Bright/Not Remotely Into Me/Secretly A Cylon/Whatever. This bit's quite nice.
I'm jealous. Of him, for getting to call Fay and not sell a kidney.
Pshaw! He should be jealous of you, for getting to make out with Fay!
...er. Suddenly I seem to be the Queen of the Ego People. What happened there?