you, me, one fluffy girl, two crazy fandomers.
What [...] strange eyes you had on me [...]
now it's easy to deduce who "you" was and that means,
I think we "all" have a crush on him...
I think I'll pull myself out of the contest before it gets ugly. I'll rather have their friendships than a mini lustful spin with him. [in the hypothetical situation that I did have a chance with him] I hope he doesn't choose someone from our mutual circle of friends, or that if he does, they're all mature enough not to go 'choose sides! he chose her instead of me!' *winces at the high probability*
Bah, now that I've faced reality, I can go back to fantasizing.
And on an unrelated note:
http://www.booksquare.com/what-price-entertainment/#more-2591 She totally expressed how I feel about e-books and their cost.
PS: me: hey! She wrote that in two lines! She's a 2_liner at heart!
Damn. One, I need to something the exclamation spree; two, I'm spending too much time over there.
PS2: I'm a dead give away.
No really. Looking away is as much a blatantly obvious clue as staring.
PS3: Linguistics is permeating everything I read, including my own stuff. A study in idioms, idiomatic "languages" and idiosyncrasies would be so cool. [Do I even understand half the words I just used?] I guess I would have to understand linguistics first.
PS4: I type better faster in English than in French.