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Hurray for Dead White Guys day! Is it just me, or is February filled with stupid holidays?
Nonetheless, this one actually does serve some purpose, as it gives me the day off from school, and a chance to lie in bed for hours, writing and futzing around on LJ while the rain pours down outside.
I talked to Ella last night, for the first time in a while.
A gem from our conversation:
Ella: How do I hit on a guy?
Me: I don't know. Get them drunk? Half the work is done for you then.
We also sent each other pictures of men in kilts over the internet. Nathan Fillion, in that much leather, really made my night.
God, those shoes are awful though. And the socks? Come now, Nathan. Although, perhaps that's a bit rich coming from someone wearing sweatpants and a ripped up sweater.
Er. What was I talking about?
Before that, Donna and I went to Jake's (the local gay bar). It seemed to be the night of really hot butch girls.
Donna, talking about hitting on them: What the hell am I going to say? I'm Donna, I've got a cute dog and I'm obsessed with plants?
Me: Wanna come home and... see my garden?
Why is everyone asking me how to flirt? I'm one of the most awkward people I know.
Nonetheless, this one actually does serve some purpose, as it gives me the day off from school, and a chance to lie in bed for hours, writing and futzing around on LJ while the rain pours down outside.
I talked to Ella last night, for the first time in a while.
A gem from our conversation:
Ella: How do I hit on a guy?
Me: I don't know. Get them drunk? Half the work is done for you then.
We also sent each other pictures of men in kilts over the internet. Nathan Fillion, in that much leather, really made my night.
God, those shoes are awful though. And the socks? Come now, Nathan. Although, perhaps that's a bit rich coming from someone wearing sweatpants and a ripped up sweater.
Er. What was I talking about?
Before that, Donna and I went to Jake's (the local gay bar). It seemed to be the night of really hot butch girls.
Donna, talking about hitting on them: What the hell am I going to say? I'm Donna, I've got a cute dog and I'm obsessed with plants?
Me: Wanna come home and... see my garden?
Why is everyone asking me how to flirt? I'm one of the most awkward people I know.