Remember me for three days
Robin: "You can't get away from Batman that easy!"
Batman: "Easily."
Robin: "Easily."
Batman: "Good grammar is essential, Robin."
Robin: "Thank you."
Batman: "You're welcome."
"Remember me for three days"--fanfic login checkbox.
Every time I see this phrase I feel, admittedly, a little sad. Imagine that out of context. Just three days? That's it. I'd bet cash money that anyone I bother to smile at remembers me for more than three days. It's why I try to scowl as much as possible. One, it makes me unapproachable, and two...I don't want the whole world falling in love with me.
Hello, stupid livejournal, long time no see. I'm only here to reject a proposal of, of all things, friend-husbandry? Does that involve handfasting? Do I get to shove cake in your hoggy mouth?
Amanda, I will not marry you. But if you should ever get divorced, I would be willing to marry Roy. He's out of your league.
While I'm on it, who is this Ruth person who keeps putting her sad, grammatically challenged feelers out for some sort of color-blind, long-distance, yahoo love connection? I don't want her either. Pretty much "no" on all fronts.
I am fine on my own, world. I like my alone time. Although it has been a while since my last trist (trist is a nice word for banging). Like I keep saying though, why would I be interested in people when I don't like people? It seems silly to get involved with one, given my misanthropic nature. Every once in a while I get a little of the skin-hunger (that's the right term, right, Amanda?), but it passes, or I let it play out and see where it takes me.
Right now I'm too busy to care. Fucking semester starting bullshit.
That is all. (Try not to fall in love with me, Ruth, I'll only break your heart!)
Batman: "Easily."
Robin: "Easily."
Batman: "Good grammar is essential, Robin."
Robin: "Thank you."
Batman: "You're welcome."
"Remember me for three days"--fanfic login checkbox.
Every time I see this phrase I feel, admittedly, a little sad. Imagine that out of context. Just three days? That's it. I'd bet cash money that anyone I bother to smile at remembers me for more than three days. It's why I try to scowl as much as possible. One, it makes me unapproachable, and two...I don't want the whole world falling in love with me.
Hello, stupid livejournal, long time no see. I'm only here to reject a proposal of, of all things, friend-husbandry? Does that involve handfasting? Do I get to shove cake in your hoggy mouth?
Amanda, I will not marry you. But if you should ever get divorced, I would be willing to marry Roy. He's out of your league.
While I'm on it, who is this Ruth person who keeps putting her sad, grammatically challenged feelers out for some sort of color-blind, long-distance, yahoo love connection? I don't want her either. Pretty much "no" on all fronts.
I am fine on my own, world. I like my alone time. Although it has been a while since my last trist (trist is a nice word for banging). Like I keep saying though, why would I be interested in people when I don't like people? It seems silly to get involved with one, given my misanthropic nature. Every once in a while I get a little of the skin-hunger (that's the right term, right, Amanda?), but it passes, or I let it play out and see where it takes me.
Right now I'm too busy to care. Fucking semester starting bullshit.
That is all. (Try not to fall in love with me, Ruth, I'll only break your heart!)