"distant" has overtones of steely disregard that I cannot imagine anyone thinking after even a couple minutes in your presence.
Me? Yes. JZ? Never.
he told me that I didn't say hello or goodbye
This sounds like a roommate who insisted that it was the responsability of the person entering to say hello, so the steely silence that greeted me when I came home was all my fault because I didn't say anything as I was coming in. @@@
Jesus Christ, JZ. I'm so sorry. And it was definitely not anything you did or didn't do. Like others have said. Gah -- what fucking fuckers!
In really shallow and possibly now inappropriate news, I now have a full set of fake nails that I think I hate, even though I spent what feels like a ridiculous amount of money on them. I can barely type!
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Megan has three eyes? Whoa!
It was just that ridiculous.
Tips for the better faking of your memoir: [link]
And, tommyrot, I am so sorry for hijacking your birthday. You are one of the most awesomest of the Buffistas and totally deserve a birthdaylicious day in Natter.
Oh, don't worry about it. And thanks for the great compliment!
I blame my ex-bosses.
Truly, they are wankers.
he prided himself on being able to read people but he couldn't read me at all and never knew what I was thinking or feeling
Translation: He is such a giant wanker that he can't even get validation of his non-wanker status on the internet like a normal person, and so expects to be buying it from his underlings.
People who talk about how well they read people are very much like (and often overlapping with) people who announce that they're nice guys. Totally a jackwad to get away from.
Yes, this exactly. "I'm good at reading people" is classic Nice Guy™ behavior. IOW, ew.
oh - &trade. duh.
::sprinkles glitter on Jessica::
t /tired and lazy
my little telephone keyboard cannot contain my annoyance ar jz's former bosses! I hope that this is a signal of good things to come. I am with those who think there are deeper issues here.
I have fantasy shopped a fair stack of goodness at title nine, yet again. (they seem to have the only sports bra I can actually exercise in without giving myself a chin-first concussion). Now, if I buy some of this, does it mean that I will (should, might, whatever) get back into regularly scheduled exercise out of inspiration, or guilt?