True, true. I can totally get behind this plan.

ditto.

Goddess Coca-Cola, I adore thee. Thanks be to you who are the chase-awayer and remover of headaches, sour, hungover tummies, and daily gronkliness. I love you despite your USian devotion to HFCS and have consumed and enjoyed you in all of your incarnations - Diet, Zero, Cherry, Lime, Vanilla, and yes, even New - and have loved you since I discovered you. Blessed be the Goddess Coca-Cola and all those who follow you.

Amen.

Why, oh why, do travel and Communists go together? Snarl.

Like I'm not stressed enough. I'm expanding my house hunt area and it isn't giving me any more luck. I just wanna cry.

So, I very much have not remotely asked Cute Guy out, because that would involve, you know, asking him out. However I am stealthily progressing from acquaintances to sort of friends, hwich in the Victorian Courtship Rituals of Fay does count as a step in the right direction.

Realistically I can't see myself asking anyone out until I'm a lot less miserable about my weight than I am at present. (Something that I'm working on, obviously, and well done me, but it's going to tak a while.) Mostly I feel like Tosh on Torchwood at the minute, which is decidedly rubbish. But, OMG, he needs to stop being made of awesome. Stat.

Because - OMG. Head go boom. At the moment (granted, somehat under the influnec of alcohol) I would totally have his babies. For he is AWESOME.

Fay, you should post his email address so we can start sending him anonymous "Hey Mr Awesome! Ask Fay out for drinks!" messages.

Mostly I feel like Tosh on Torchwood at the minute, which is decidedly rubbish.

Brilliant and hot?

But, OMG, he needs to stop being made of awesome. Stat.

No, I don't think you really want that. You need to realize that you are also made of awesome. Or we'll have to start with those anonymous emails.

(granted, somehat under the influnec of alcohol)

Don't change your drunken typos. Ever. They're adorable.

Realistically I can't see myself asking anyone out until I'm a lot less miserable about my weight than I am at present.

While I understand on an intellectual level that you feel this way, I just can't get it. You are LOVELY. You're smart, and funny, and entertaining and brilliant (in the US AND UK versions of the word). I wish I could make you feel better, but I get that it's a personal thing. But, every time that you say something negative about yourself, I will be FORCED to contradict you.

what Vortex said. Plus, he's seen ya on the loo, and still talks to you. So. ASK HIM.

Fay, you're so hot. You should be swimming in blokes(or lasses) or blokes AND lasses.

Plus, he's seen ya on the loo, and still talks to you. So. ASK HIM.

You know? That's an *excellent* point.

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