For your Voyeuristic enjoyment (or Shir's exhibitionist enjoyment) [Warning, there are a few emoticons. They have been left in to preserve authenticity]
Omnis: Made some brownies. No smoke! Woot! So the apartment didn't burn down or anything. Ready for you to come out and visit. Well. Wanting at least. The place is still crazy with boxes. But by the time you get here, should be settled down. I wonder how the graduate program in Sociology [embedded link to my new job] is at my new place of work?? Hmmm. Was that a subtle hint? Hey, your father would be happy, it's not Dallas, since he didn't like that city and all.
:: whistles innocently ::
Shir: You're such a sweetheart.
But I don't want to continue with sociology/anthropology studies. There are other fields I'm interested in, and I'm debating what's better: MA or PhD abroad.
Regardless to that or to my lack of wanting to actually live in the U.S.: I'll come and visit, of course.
Omnis: You could do both abroad! Eh. You would miss home.
What area do you want to study?
Now get back to studying!
Shir: Librarianship and Information Studies for MA.
Dunno what for PhD.
Studying is for wimps.
Omnis: well then go to a pub and end your era of NGA. :P
Shir: Oh, wishful thinking... will take a whole lot more than a pub to get me some.
Omnis: plane ticket?
Shir: OK, I laughed.
Omnis: Who ever gets that first stop on your trip will be one lucky camper.
Shir: Oh, it's so not a problem; just need this flight ticket to go to straight Cardiff. There's supposed to be a Ianto there and all.
Omnis: Um. He died. What about the Doctor? And our 4some?
Shir: 10th also died. But pfft, I'm geeky enough to accept dead-in-this-or-other-reality men into the foursome.
And foursome? I thought it was fivesome, with the present companion.
This feels so wrong to talk about before the morning's coffee, dammit. I blame you.
Omnis: Nope it was a foursome. You, me, Dr DT and some rocker dude. I'd remember a fifth. I mean, orgy with hot gal, very cool. Sharing with 2 other guys, yikes. But DT is cute, so I figured I'd ignore the rocker dude. Now if you want to sub rocker dude for Ianto, well, he's kinda cute. But five? That's a lot of sausage. I'd be worried for you. Might be a bit sore. Not to mention going from NGA to 5some. Yikes. That's like breaking a landspeed record or something.
OK, stopping now. Perverse thoughts are entering the mind, and apparently it's early there. And ya, blame me. It's ok. Oh, and there is nothing wrong with sex talk in the morning. Even before coffee. Sex is even better than sex talk, so I am told. But I am a saint, and wouldn't know anything about that.
Mwah! Have a nice day!
Shir: The fifth is for you (well, and as you mentioned, for me, to get a rest) - Karen Gillan!
And eww with the sausage references. Do I have to remind you I'm a vegetarian? That's a turn off.
And you, a saint. The saint of sex talks in the morning, then?
Omnis: Oooo she's cute! Thanks :) How'd I forget about that? Curious. But I'll take it.
Sorry, sausage-fest is a term when you go to a party to try and pick up a girl, and it's a party of all guys. (or bar, or whatever social gathering).
Saint Of Sex Talk. Hmm. It has a strange ring to it. But it doesn't roll off the tongue. Can we trim it to Saint of Sex? Sounds hot, who knows, might knock me out of the NGA column.
Shir: I know it's the term. Still doesn't make it sexy.
Right now I'm thinking of what would go with the acronym STD. If we're going inappropriate, let's stay there, I say.
Omnis: Well if it's a turn off, we can get rid of the others. I'm ok with that.
Super Terrific Dude.
:: whistles innocently ::
Shir: ... I think we lost innocence two years ago.
I just recalled we don't even have an audience for this talk. That's so strange!
Omnis: we can't be exhibitionists all the time. Plus you are in a grey out situation, so we can't (continued...)