Actually....palindromicmeFebruary 19 2005, 08:17:08 UTC
I said "I would like a pack of Camel Lights....not Marlboro."
*enter dramatic pause here*
I didn't mean to play yahtzee with your emotions there, but wouldn't that just be the weirdest/coolest thing ever? I'm giving you something to believe in brother. Who knows? Lil Miss Helen of Troy herself might be perusing LJ right now, then a bell rings, and angel gets their wings and gives her a little nudge towards this entry. She reads it and becomes a purty little ball of awe, flattery and amazement. She then does whatever she can to make it to your doorstep wearing a nothing but deep red babydoll nightie and a genuine smile. A six pack of your favorite lager in one hand and a squeegee in the other.
At least that's what I would do if I ever came across something like that about me.
Thanks a lot Derek, now I've got yet another goal to set for myself.
#6372. Become the perfect specimen of femininity in at least one person's LJ entry.
Re: Actually....derekhaltomFebruary 19 2005, 08:59:06 UTC
Not really what I was shooting for there. I just thought it would be rather humourous to reveal one of many adolescent mishaps. The ending wasn't quite accurate. The lesson I learned was that I couldn't be afraid to speak to a chick just cause she was unbelievably hot. I have succeeded in living that lesson, as she was the only girl I just plain couldn't talk to. As far as finding her or anything as romantic as that, not so much. Last I heard she was a dirty, dirty girl. And not in a "she likes to be tied up sort of way" but more of a "you should really go to the doctor as sores of that nature are ususally a sign of some sort of tainting, a nice cocktail of VD." Thanks though. Hope you liked it. As far as being the "perfect specimen of femininity", well, I don't think that really exists. And if it does, it probably wouldn't have anything to do with me.
You were one of the few that were forwarned...palindromicmeFebruary 19 2005, 09:22:37 UTC
You knew all about my cyber ninja stealthy somersaulting skillz before this, so it would be not only hyprocritical but unhospitable for you to kick me out of your mind now.
BTW: I love what you did with the place. *gets comfortable on a humongoid plush violet bean bag in which contains just 0.01% of your wit* Ahh...that's nice. I think I might want to stay awhile.
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*enter dramatic pause here*
I didn't mean to play yahtzee with your emotions there, but wouldn't that just be the weirdest/coolest thing ever? I'm giving you something to believe in brother. Who knows? Lil Miss Helen of Troy herself might be perusing LJ right now, then a bell rings, and angel gets their wings and gives her a little nudge towards this entry. She reads it and becomes a purty little ball of awe, flattery and amazement. She then does whatever she can to make it to your doorstep wearing a nothing but deep red babydoll nightie and a genuine smile. A six pack of your favorite lager in one hand and a squeegee in the other.
At least that's what I would do if I ever came across something like that about me.
Thanks a lot Derek, now I've got yet another goal to set for myself.
#6372. Become the perfect specimen of femininity in at least one person's LJ entry.
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BTW: I love what you did with the place. *gets comfortable on a humongoid plush violet bean bag in which contains just 0.01% of your wit* Ahh...that's nice. I think I might want to stay awhile.
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This is your dad. ESM had me read your journal thingy. It brightened my day and tempered my rage. Thanks.
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