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*edges the line...edges the line...edges the line...bugger.*

Or maybe I'm overreacting. We'll see.

I wonder if it would be ~~physically~~mentally possible for me to go a week without flirting. I think it depends on what we're defining flirting as -I could not, for instance, go a week without hugging anyone. I'm not sure I could go a day without hugging anyone, unless it was a hermit day where I stayed home the whole time and no one came over.

Hum, I should go find my Londonnotebook and transcribe the essay I wrote on flirting. People watching is by far my favorite sport.

~~~

Dancing last night was wonderful. Fish has found a group that does swing dance and lessons, for a reasonablly good price, and I am quite enamoured. I will certainly attempt to go back, although I'm not entierly sure that I'll make it anytime soon due to life and whatnot.

There are so many people I'd like to drag off with me...Well, alright, there are MANY people who I'd like to drag off with me, and only so many who it's actually feasible to do so. New York isn't California, but it's certainly too far off for dancing. And I have such a perfect line to put here (Though an unreasonably sappy one) and yet, because I've suddenly found myself atop eggshells, I don't think I can write it down. What's a poor writer to do?

Deal. Take risks and potentially ruin relationships. Not take risks and enjoy the relationships as they are. Find the perfect people, so it doesn't really matter whether you're dating them or not, the relationships the same. Find people who are much too much like you, and so you can't help but love them, even if you're not entierly sure you should. Find people who are so flabbergastingly different from you that you can't help but be fascinated by them, even if you're not entierly sure you should.

How did I go from writing to relationships? Maybe I just don't know what I'm writing about in the first place. But then again, do I ever?

I have difficulties being breif. I could turn my elljay into a NaNo project -it'd push me into 50k words, no problem. I like to write, and I often write what comes into my mind...which is a lot. Actually, there's an idea. Entitle it a month in the life, and write everything I can that passes through my mind.

Dear
Bloody
Gods.

I think I'll choose not to dwell on the magnitude of that sort of project...it'd be like an uberdiary...and go, uh, look at pretty pictures now. In the hopes of finding people I know. And long hair pics.

And maybe Jaimee. Well, it only makes sense, I'm fairly certain she was at Origins. I dunno Sor, if only there was some way for you to find out...like a journal of sorts where she writes about her life...that was maybe put online so you could find it...I do hate having dense moments.

Ooo, Eric came over. Lovely stuff, highly entertaining.

...Apparently because I can't swear at camp, I swear more out of camp. Let's go see if I can retrieve those chatlogs, and if not, I'm going to be a VERY unhappy Kat.

Ta kids and STG. Effing computer.

~Sor
MOOP!

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*stalks*

*sneaks up behind*

*tacklehugs*

My cast is off! I can officially type two-handed!

YAY!!

...

*tacklepounces back*

~Sor

*snuggles* The damn cast is off, I can officially move my fingers, and that means VIDEOGAMES!!!!

Whyever would you want to go a week without flirting!?

Look, if you really need to admit that you love me ~~like you love French toast~~, just do it and get it out of the way, k?

..wha?

Seconded

Totally! This means I can finally finish KH! *dances* I had to stop cause I couldn't grip the controller.

Don't mind me, I'm very tired and have been for some time now.

I found a collection of pictures taken of lab rabbits and the ilk, and I think I may have found you in a couple.

Yeah, stuff.

~Sor

Do share, please...

<mini-rant>I hate the abbreviation NaNo. If NaNoWriMo is too short, why can't people just abbreviate it WriMo? When you expand NaNo it sounds stupid. "I got 2,000 words done today for National Novel."</mini-rant>

Just a peeve, carry on.

Who's the other Rabbit? Someone I know?

*grin* I will keep that in mind actually. I think it's just that NaNo sounds better then WriMo.

I don't know. Her name's Jaimee (Also known as

muzikmaker21), and she is the most amazing person you will ever meet. You know that empty spot you have in your heart sometimes? That's Jaimee.

She's about a year older then me, semi-long brownish/black hair, and awesome. I'd find a picture, but I'm lazy.

~Sor

Oh yes Thorog. I totally love you like I love french toast. I could just eat you all day, every day, for the rest of time. [/blatent sarcasm]

~Sor

Here you go!

If you're in any, you're towards the very end. I didn't notice you, but then again, I wasn't specifically looking for you as I flicked through.

~Sor

Yeah, but I get all paraniod that I'll do something wrong and RUIN OUR FRIENDSHIP FOREEEEEEVVVVVVVVERRRRRRRRRRRRR!

~Sor

*passes you a Screwup Card*

A what now?

~Sor

A Screwup Card. What you do is, when you've screwed up and the other person is mad at you, you hand it over and you say "I'm really sorry, I screwed up."

And because you only ever get one of them, the other person will know you're sincere because that's the only time you'll get to use it. And that'll make them aware of exactly how sorry you are.

Just one of these ideas that came to me.

Ah. Thank you Tho.

*tucks it somewhere safe, where she won't lose it*
*no, not in her bra. Jeeze.*

~Sor

((For me, since I *will* forget, I tucked it into the sonic screwdriver pocket of my photojournalists vest.))

Planning on losing your bra, eh?

Not in the slightest. But as places to put things that I want to keep track of go, my bra is a very safe place.

~Sor

I don't suppose you want to keep track of me? ; )

You wouldn't fit. Just how large do you think my bra *is*?

~Sor

There's only one way to test this....BY TRYING IT ON!

..........

No.

~Sor