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?
Book: Yes, I'd forgotten you're moonlighting as a criminal mastermind now. Got your next heist planned? Simon: No. But I'm thinking about growing a big black mustache. I'm a traditionalist.
'War Stories'
Natter 69: Practically names itself.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Zenkitty - Nov 18, 2011 10:55:58 am PST #7465 of 30001
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
smonster - Nov 18, 2011 11:00:14 am PST #7466 of 30001
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
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.
Hil R. - Nov 18, 2011 11:15:03 am PST #7467 of 30001
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
Joe Paterno has lung cancer, according to his son.
Amy - Nov 18, 2011 11:18:20 am PST #7468 of 30001
Because books.
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.
Cass - Nov 18, 2011 11:29:51 am PST #7469 of 30001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
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?
Yes. It's memorable. I can name ALL of mine ever. And I can't name even five of my high school teachers. Or what I need from the grocery store today. But giggle:blush:babble attraction? Oh yeah.
Is Iggy Pop's Passenger really playing in a Captain Morgan's commercial? Because I think it is. This is disturbing me. Much like when commercials use The The. But yay money, I suppose.
eta: I am failing at internets so badly today.
Jesse - Nov 18, 2011 11:36:06 am PST #7470 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Me, I go blank and leave the room, lest any of the above happen.
Ditto. Sometimes I leave the whole event, because that's effective.
::remembers the look on Jesse's face when he hugged her on the streets of New York::
I thought you were ASSAULTING me! It's not like we said hello and then hugged! Or I was expecting to see you on that street corner! I think ANYONE would be disconcerted by being suddenly hugged on the streets of New York.
§ ita § - Nov 18, 2011 11:37:47 am PST #7471 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I thought you were ASSAULTING me!
Did you punch him in the nuts? Tell me you punched him in the nuts.
Consuela - Nov 18, 2011 11:43:09 am PST #7472 of 30001
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix
Disqus is blocked at work. So now there are a whole bunch of sites that don't have comments any more.
Yeah, me too. I read a little on my phone, but it's rarely worth the hassle.
DavidS - Nov 18, 2011 11:53:17 am PST #7473 of 30001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Did you punch him in the nuts?
She did not. She recognized me and hugged me back.
But she did look alarmed, vaguely horrified.
JZ - Nov 18, 2011 11:53:56 am PST #7474 of 30001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
It's been longer than I can even think since I've felt crushy and fluttery about anyone, which is fine by me (partly because I'm hideously lacking in social ept at the best of times, and partly because I never did get the hang of just having a crush without trying to act on it, and the emotional energy I spent on them was ridiculous). Having a nice settled spousal relationship is lovely--I can enjoy random moments like this morning, when Hec was headed out the door with Matilda and somehow looked so rumpled and tousled that my heart went a little flippy, without having my brain totally derailed for the rest of the day.
I'm just sad (though not surprised) that Matilda flipped out two steps away from the front gate and sobbed all the rest of the way to school. Lately she's just exhausting, physically and emotionally. Clingy and crazy affectionate or sulky and arms-crossed-I'm-mad-at-you; every little thing from taking off the wet diaper in the morning to toothbrushing at night turns into a major negotiation to shut down, fend off or work around the tears; every small treat or outing turns disastrous (I now just categorically refuse to draw or sew or sculpt anything for her, because it always comes out wrong, and all wrong things lead to tears); everything from sock seams to raindrops is out to get her; there is no task so small or insignificant that she won't make a giant battle of wills out of it.
Parenting has been hard, wearying, smelly, boring and occasionally nauseating before, but we've totally been able to roll with it. Lately, though, it's just been the kind of no fun that drains your very soul, and I personally am utterly damned if I know what's prompting it or how to turn it around; I just know I'm fried, and it's actually fun to come in to work each morning. Working for a pure diva of a surgeon in a dysfunctional department--fun, and more restful than home! How wrong is that?