OMG take me off your friends list you stalker!!!one!!!!
Sorry, man. I've seen you in a short skirt and I know where you live. You're stuck with me until there's peace in Palestine and Chechnia.
But you haven't seen me in my shortest skirt! (Yet.)
I hope that's a promise and not some idle threat; stalking you is hard work and I think I deserve some reward for my diligence.
Incdentally, my sweetie has escaped from the hoosegow and will likely accompany me to your bash tomorrow; I trust you'll be prepared with a full quiver of zingers.
I don't object, but I am broke and thus will not be lending you any money. But if you find someone willing, let me know so I can have a go at them ;)
Damn. Back to dancing for nickels at Rhino's Bar and Grill. (I understand the ladies will often make dimes. You might want to give it a try.)
You remind me a lot of my exboyfriend. Only he's seven years older than you...
You're either wiser than your years...or a grumpy old...
I like to think I am both wise and a "grumpy old" er, devilishly handsome bon-vivant?
yes, that's exactly what I was going to say... :P
Thank you - unfortunately, my Father wasn't so impressed. Using His usual melodrama of thunder and lightning last night, He reminded me that He is the alpha and the omega and that I had best not get too big for my britches.
It's true. He is a Jealous Dad.
That's cool. Made me wonder what post could have made you want to add me. I added you back anyway.
I noticed that, and was pleased.
If (fallible) memory serves, it was your icon and the fact you listed writing fiction near the top of your profile. Also, I related with your "what the fuck is going on" post of June 4; I too have lost friends and wondered what the hell happened.
I have to admit - I've always been curious how you found me. You were the first "random person" to friend me (thus causing me to celebrate back in August
) but I didn't want to scare you off (and seem to eager) by asking at the time. Do you happen to recall?
I'm afraid I don't recall why or how I "friended" you in the first place - most likely, I was drunk and trolling random journals in the Toronto area. Worse, my journal was created in September, according to my userinfo, so it is unlikely that I was your first "random person" to friend you.
Hmm...I guess you're not the only drunk around here then!
Additional clarity is slowly finding me - I'm guessing you found me through touch_my_skin, or the other way around. And the identity of my first friend is crystalizing as well. Ahh, how the memory fades in the 30s!
I'm guessing you found me through touch_my_skin, or the other way around.
I think I found you first - but that would explain it.
As for memory, the 30s seem okay - it's the 40s that have me worried. (But you're a young man yet, and the next decade no doubt seems like an eternity from the here and now.)
Young man!??! I wish! While it may *seem* like the 40s are just over eight years away, I used to think 30 was an eternity away and look what happened! AND as you get older each year goes by faster - it was just yesterday that I was bemoaning turning 30 and now I'm poised on the precipice of 32, as all my younger friends delight in reminding me!
Don't look to me for sympathy, young fella - I am barely 6 months shy of 40 and just imagine (c'mon, try!) how short my 5th decade is likely to seem.