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An anxious day with a gratuitous pic

"In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends." Martin Luther King

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Like that's a mystery...


Dec. 30th, 2008 10:16 pm (UTC)
All that verbage tends to discourage stalkers (which I've had some trouble with).

Thank you *blushes*. Your personality makes you attractive, I think. Then again, you remind me of me.
Dec. 30th, 2008 10:31 pm (UTC)
If you think my personality makes me attractive, you obviously have only read a few of my entries. Like you, I have the quaint notion that my LJ is actually a journal, and there's some dark stuff. Some ugluy stuff. Oh well, you'll see.

What can I say? Unlike most American men, I am a sucker for blondes. ;)

Dec. 30th, 2008 10:36 pm (UTC)
I've read enough of you to have a good handle on the light and the dark. Mysterious is always an attractive quality, you know. The dark, brooding man always gets the chicks.

I'm a /strawberry/ blonde, hence the brown eyes and freckles which accompany the unfortunate red in my hair.
Dec. 30th, 2008 10:42 pm (UTC)
The dark, brooding man always gets the chicks.

I can see one flaw in the thought process already...

oh, wait. The dark, brooding guy still has to leave the house and meet the chicks, right? Yeah. That's where it all goes horribly wrong.

Tell you something: Self deprecation and rigorous honesty can be attractive, but I also like it when someone just accepts the compliment.

Not scolding, just saying... I think you look good; stop trying to convince me otherwise. For what it's worth, I like strawberry blondes, especially.
Dec. 30th, 2008 10:44 pm (UTC)
Oh, the dark brooding man's soul will find the chicks, even if he's at home. He has to eat at some point ;)

You're right. I'm horrible at saying "thank you" when someone gives me a compliment. Perhaps I just don't /see/ it like others do. So thank you. I am the queen of self-deprecation.
Dec. 30th, 2008 10:54 pm (UTC)
And I am the Archduke of Self Doubt.

Except when I'm not. Then I'm someone else.
Dec. 30th, 2008 10:55 pm (UTC)
See!! So you know from where the comments come :> Even though I'm making light, as the old adage goes "behind every jest, there's an ounce of truth."
Dec. 30th, 2008 10:59 pm (UTC)
Oh, of course I know where the comments originate. The great thing in self-awareness is you understand others better. The less-great thing is people seem to think self awareness means you'll be different because of it.
Dec. 30th, 2008 11:00 pm (UTC)
I was going to say "surely people aren't THAT stupid" but decided to say that would be.
Dec. 30th, 2008 11:01 pm (UTC)
would be what?
Dec. 30th, 2008 11:02 pm (UTC)
Dec. 30th, 2008 11:05 pm (UTC)
gotcha. Dunno why, but that made me laugh. I like laughing. Although that's surely about like saying "I enjoy putting my pants on one leg at a time." Who doesn't?
Dec. 30th, 2008 11:06 pm (UTC)
Laughing is always a good idea. See? That whole self-deprecation thing really works!
Dec. 30th, 2008 11:08 pm (UTC)
See, this is the fun part: Getting to know someone new and having fun with it. Being in the moment and all that. My problem in life is the little part of my brain that says, "Sure, this rocks, but you know three days from now she's gonna say something and you're gonna do the drama dance and..."

I wish I could have that little part of me removed. Tongue cut out, anyway.
Dec. 30th, 2008 11:10 pm (UTC)
Some of us expect and know how to handle or maneuver times like this. Others? Clueless. I don't think the 72 hour rule would apply with me.
Whatever this is... - xvfui - Dec. 30th, 2008 11:13 pm (UTC) - Expand
Whatever this is... - none_too_subtle - Dec. 30th, 2008 11:15 pm (UTC) - Expand


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Here is the man with three staves, and here the Wheel,
And here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card
Which is blank, is something that he carries on his back,
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The Hanged Man. Fear death by water.
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