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Every time I attend a social thing jinxedkisses invites me to it ends up being the highlight of my [substational length of time]. Mental note: never decline an invite from jinxedkisses.
(Also: thank you jinxedkisses!)
(And also: happy birthday devianttouch!)
All kinds of awesome things last night; among the highlights was being flailed around jinxedkisses’s livingroom by toasteraviator --which was both independently excellent and excellent because I have lately been somewhat missing toasteraviator. Which is really my own fault… Most Mondays I have a chance to see toasteraviator and all_roped_up and jinxedkisses and devianttouch and other interesting people, but always seem to end up busy and exhausted on said Mondays. I really need to rearrange my schedule so that this happens less often.
Other thoughts: haven’t figured out yet how to deal socially with people I'm not involved with acting as though they are attracted to me. Although it's flattering, my current strategy is to shamble my feet nervously and mostly ignore it. Some kind of odd magic apparently occurred when I crossed over into Madison, and now flabbergasting concentrations of people seem to have slotted me into the fuckable category without even being familiar with my research. Crazy.
(Also: thank you jinxedkisses!)
(And also: happy birthday devianttouch!)
All kinds of awesome things last night; among the highlights was being flailed around jinxedkisses’s livingroom by toasteraviator --which was both independently excellent and excellent because I have lately been somewhat missing toasteraviator. Which is really my own fault… Most Mondays I have a chance to see toasteraviator and all_roped_up and jinxedkisses and devianttouch and other interesting people, but always seem to end up busy and exhausted on said Mondays. I really need to rearrange my schedule so that this happens less often.
Other thoughts: haven’t figured out yet how to deal socially with people I'm not involved with acting as though they are attracted to me. Although it's flattering, my current strategy is to shamble my feet nervously and mostly ignore it. Some kind of odd magic apparently occurred when I crossed over into Madison, and now flabbergasting concentrations of people seem to have slotted me into the fuckable category without even being familiar with my research. Crazy.