I read Alyssa Rosenberg's blog over at Think Progress, and she's great, but I can't comment there because they've tied it to Facebook only. Bollocks to that!
Yeah, that bothers me too. And I don't actually want to sign up for Disqus either.
Not that you do that, ita !, that's just how it manifests with me sometimes
Me, I go blank and leave the room, lest any of the above happen.
It seems to be lunchtime. I can't work out what to do. I mean, eat lunch, obviously. But beyond that generality, I'm pretty much lost.
There's a couple of drag kings, in particular, that I cannot act normal around. Embarrassing.
The infamous V. Oh and...OH MY GOD I FORGOT.
eta: A. Oh thank goodness.
I'm only assuming you're talking about the same drag kings *I* can't act normal around, and that even my gay male friends have crushes on.
Speaking of crushes...my mother's gastro surgeon...I'd totally hit that. And so would my sister. And I think my mother has a crush on him too. It's really quite pathetic. But when he'd walk into my mother's hospital room, all the women would go laser focus on him, and not just because he was talking about my mother's health. Because he was DREAMY.
But since I'm a non-touchy person, I take touching seriously.
::remembers the look on Jesse's face when he hugged her on the streets of New York::
And I don't actually want to sign up for Disqus either.
At least with Disqus you can use OpenID. Although I was commenting enough over at TNC's place that I gave in and signed up.
Disqus is blocked at work. So now there are a whole bunch of sites that don't have comments any more.
I'm trying to think if I've ever had that giggle:blush:babble attraction to anyone, and I honestly don't think I ever have. It would be memorable, right?
I'm only assuming you're talking about the same drag kings *I* can't act normal around, and that even my gay male friends have crushes on.
Of course I am! ::dreamy sigh::
I kind of have a crush on my vet (apparently capable diagnosticians are a new weakness of mine, thanks StW). I was bummed that I didn't get to see him yesterday.
Joe Paterno has lung cancer, according to his son.
The last time I had that giggle:blush:stammer thing was so embarrassing. A twenty-year-old kid was training in our store, and he was 6'2" and so perfectly beautiful, he could have been a model. And he was sweet and talkative, and the whole first day was back in the deserted kids department with me, and I just STARED. And lusted in my heart.
