Heh, I'm the same way - I'll literally ignore them and just not respond for an age, rather than taking the rude-feeling action of hitting the ignore button.

I wish there were a way to do that without having that little reminder hanging on your page all the time. Because that annoys me enough that I have to hit Ignore.

Perhaps a "Politely decline until you explain just who the hell you are" button then?

While looking for River Song's shoes, I came across these [link]

I can has?

ETC the link

Perhaps a "Politely decline until you explain just who the hell you are" button then?

Well, that'll just widen all our screens.

Really what I liked about her was that she was helpful and helped me find the right coverage for me.

I asked about $75k coverage, but the agent said she didn't think I needed it. I can, however, up it anytime I like. I'll rethink it after doing the inventory.

a fire every couple of years

Eep. BUT, I have been dreaming of having a fake fire sale and getting rid of a lot of stuff proactively.

Universe! You are on notice! I don't need an opportunity to let go, I'll do it of my own volition. Swears!

Also, the times when I thought a computer meltdown would be the end of me, turned out to be nbd.

It looks like the verdict is $1,000 and probably no earlier than Monday. I was pathetic in my efforts to beg them to replace it as soon as possible. I even stooped to playing the cancer card. I probably wouldn't feel as badly about it if it had worked.

Mr Peabody did not behave well.

I was kind of under the impression that if someone made you cross enough, you could take them out with a thought - that way no messing up the manicure!

Hat pins.

I was kind of under the impression that if someone made you cross enough, you could take them out with a thought - that way no messing up the manicure!

Hat pins.

I would say don't give away my secret, but it's not that much of a secret, is it?

Universe! You are on notice! I don't need an opportunity to let go, I'll do it of my own volition. Swears!

Yes, I'm embarrassed at the amount of crap in my house not, as my brother keeps accusing, because I'm a budding hoarder, but just the conspicuous consumerism of it all. But I'm culling slowly on my own! I have a "Goodwill Bag" going at all times. No need of an assist from the elements, Thankyewverymuch!

I view FB as a necessary evil that I keep forgetting to log into.

I last updated my status when Usain Bolt won gold in Beijing. I was very excited. Then.

I will happily give pinky-killing classes, but there are indeed manicure implications.

Maybe you're just that awesome? (Or they're admiring your beautiful smile?)

Actually, it's my fake Laboutins. That's my profile pic.

I had a bunch of stuff destroyed in Katrina. Such a minimal loss to the disaster, and stuff I hadn't seen in years, but I still miss it. Because it was all irreplaceable, and was very dear to me, even in absentia halfway across the country.

Just knowing I had a lifesize Wolverine cutout was a balm to my soul. How am I ever getting that back again? And, uh, where would I put it, other than in storage?