Neil Gaiman told me he liked the pink streaks in my hair, and said they were very fetching.
Does this mean fetch has happened?
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Neil Gaiman told me he liked the pink streaks in my hair, and said they were very fetching.
Does this mean fetch has happened?
Fetching was always a word. That's why we don't need fetch.
I am totally tipsy on only two glasses of prosecco.
I would be too, sj.
So, I sent StW an email specifically asking for more communication, and I haven't heard from him in a week. I feel like that's a fairly clear message. I think I might be done. I'm feeling very angry and sorry for myself, and frustrated that I can't even get a serial monogamist to actually have a relationship with me.
One day, just maybe, I will turn this apparently terrifying Care Bear Stare heart at someone, and they won't shield their eyes and turn away. Not today.
Well, hello, PMS.
Oh sweetie. It's not you! Truly, it's not.
{{smonster}}
Also, still ouchy from my mishap in the gym. My poor trainer... you could tell he just had no idea what to say that wouldn't be horribly wrong.
I can't even get a serial monogamist to actually have a relationship with me.
He's just not the right serial monogamist, is all. Mismatch, I wish you a better mutual match next time.
glad things wen well sj
sorry smonter.
Bed room is mostly emptied and walls are patched, sanded, and patched again. hoping we get a least one coat of paint on tomorrow
I'm sorry, smonster. I hate the lack of communication thing. Seriously, just tell me (or you, I guess) because then everyone knows what the deal is and knows how to move on.
So sorry, smonster. And totally what ita ! said. It's just the wrong guy. Or the right-ish guy at a hella wrong, crazy busy period in his life where he can't handle the awesomeness that is you right now. Which sucks.