I am a pro at flirting. I get a gold star as long as I don't actually like the person I'm flirting with. If I like them, I turn into a creepy cross between Mrs. Robinson and Miss Havisham. I can't explain it except that it's horrifying and hysterically funny, all at the same time. So with men I really like, I pretend like I don't like them at all and can just talk to them semi-normally. But flirting is out - I will scare them into next month, seriously.
I used to get lots of creepy p.m.s, but those days are dead and gone. Maybe it's because I'm not around as much. Maybe it's because I'm so much more respectable now, with my Dan Halen av. I would think that Dan Halen would encourage creepy p.m.s, but I dunno, man. The interwebz is a fickle, fickle, beast.
I enjoyed the episode, and I still love the show, but it's getting a wee bit tired. I was kind of jazzed about the building falling, and the wall collapsing. Surely next week will be an action-packed episode, but at this point, with Carol's cryptic/potentially problematic statement on killing to Sam all whilst leaving the helpless Judith in the house, Ron's sneaking of bullets out (with the old diversion tactic), and Morgan's determination to not have any blood on his hands (and why has no one pointed out to him that not killing those two bozos at his campfire is what caused the whole massacre? Do they not know he's run into the wolf pack before?), I'm seriously starting to root for the zombies. The zombies are low maintenance, easily understood, and have very little to say. The downside is that they are obviously stinky, and will eat you.
I have no idea where this relationship is going that I'm in currently, but the guy says I make him feel this way. And he does the same for me. I feel like a million bucks around him (I always think about the Looney Tunes cartoon - A MILLION BOX! - most of you are too young to remember that.) and just have a blast with him. And he is a lovely, kind, nice person whom I've known for 13 years, so who knows? I'm just having a lot of fun with him.
I refuse to be shamed by my collection of beauty aids. I need 16 different red lipsticks. They are important, and one makes me feel like Rita Hayworth, while another one channels the zaniness of Lucille Ball. I shouldn't have to explain this stuff to y'all. You're all extremely gorgeous, magnetic women.
boiled leather, you know I love you and The Red Woman. <3
Yeah, I wasn't even sad about University Dude's disappearance. It sort of confirmed some things for me, and I had been suspicious that I was just being too judgmental. Yay, me! I was not.
So far today, I have gotten offers of marriage and foot massages from internet strangers on OKC. I turned down both. I have also met a charming 30 year old and have told him that he's too young for me and to go find a younger woman with more energy, but we're having fun talking. He has excellent taste in Hitchcock movies and is a huge AD fan, so he's obviously brilliant. And I can always use another friend. But I don't think I want a 30 year old boyfriend.
Meanwhile, dude that I really like texts me sporadically and still has a girlfriend. So I'm just leaving that alone.
Hahaha - I know. It's ridiculous. The fight scene with Abraham and German vamp was hysterical. And why does the German dodge bullets sometimes, and sometimes no?
Same here. I thought it was funny that Kelly sulks after her unsuccessful attempt to get icky Zach. She's like an emo teenage vampire. And Eph resembles a strigoi now that he has no hair.
And it seems that Norah and Fet are about to become a thing. I hope they do; they are both currently involved with extremely selfish people. It's turning into an apocalyptic "Friends" episode, where the main characters can only be involved with each other.
For you Americana fans, this Angaleena Presley "American Middle Class" album has me TRANSFIXED. It is pure genius, and I'm not exaggerating. Chris Stapleton sings back up as well as Patty Loveless and one of the Indigo Girls. It's amazing. Check out these two offerings.
Look. I'm sorry about the fingernail clippings and wisdom teeth I sent you. Is that any reason to go and post some jacked up topic about your being too handsome? No. I'm surprised you didn't use the 'r' word.
And by the way, I've honored the restraining order. Mail doesn't count.