I may be a gloomped fool, but I wish I was your gloomped fool.
She: I'm half (race) - NOT BY CHOICE!
Me: Really? I got to hand pick my blood relatives... Current Mood: annoyed
Please pardon me. I was hoping to ride my bike on this street.
Will you please just... Go Away?
Not content with bustling into me, old people seem intent on furthering their invasion of my personal space with an apology which is exactly that!
"ohh, sorry dearie!" prune like hands are placed on my shoulders, or in the small of the back, sometimes connecting with bare skin (ick!).
It's just... not nice.
*whimper* Current Mood: aggravated
B-but I like you...
Oh, But I Couldn't!
For those days when you just don't have the courage to cat, try posting in dot_mousiness
The youngest and shyest member of the vast and belligerent dot_cattiness
is a refuge for aimless dithering, mild self-deprecation, and ineffectual protests against being steamrollered by the noisy, aggressive, and obnoxious.
Particularly mousy statements are greeted with modest nibbles of cheese. Current Mood: squeaky