So, Dave and Caroline and I are standing in the back of the crowded club, by the fire exit and the bathrooms. A grizzled looking guy stuffs himself past us to get into the men's room, and after the door closes behind him, Dave says, "Wait, was that Elvis Costello?"

Caroline says, "Well, I certainly hope his aim is true!"

What I posted:

Olive oil, almond oil, night time hair salad.
Trying to tame the ratchetness of this dread factory.

What he commented:

But, your hair is really quite nice! Why would you want to plaster it down? It's one of your most distinctive and sexiest features.

What she replied:

No plastering it down, just making it softer and less ( Read more... )

You know that guy, the guy who always takes your new idea that you're so avid and enthusiastic about, and shoots it down?

I hate being that guy. Why am I always that guy?

Ugh.

Talked to my pops on the phone last night, for the first time in a couple of years. Some of it was fun (we have the same sense of humor), but most of it was tiring ( Read more... )

Rode a motorcycle today, for the first time in a couple of years. It hurts my back a lot, but I didn't cramp. This was by design, not accident, and a month of lifestyle change is responsible, I think, for my ability to do this thing ( Read more... )

Okay, sir. I get it. You're not only beautiful, you're also *lonely*. However, just because you made eye contact with me several times does not mean I want to get with you tonight. When you ask where the ladies are going after the club, your interest is clear to me, because you didn't notice that I was *on stage*, and I'm not part of that group of ( Read more... )

1. Your ineptitude.
ETA: If inclined, please share your short list of Things We Can't Talk About in comments. also_huey did, and that was awesome.

Well, this about sums up that past thing completely:


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I'll admit it: I'm a luddite. Yes, a luddite with a LOT of tech at her disposal, but still a luddite. And I don't. like. texting. It's intrusive, it's immediate, and it's time consuming as hell ( Read more... )

So, this guy writes to me on okcupid:

Motorcyles have a 90% fatality rate. So those aren't for me. Why do you like them? Red is my favorite color. I love your hair.
Best, Sam

Apparently fact checking isn't for you, either, Sam.

BZZZZZZT.