Me: Daniel. Seriously. Why are you taunting me?
Dan: Why are you tauntable?
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A little something about me
- Margaret
- college town, Upper midwest, United States
- Sometimes late at night I break into song. And in recognition of that whole it's - really - too - late - for - anyone - to - expect - me - to - be - rational thing, I typically preface my musical rendition with, "That reminds me of a song...and it goes a little something like this." And so, when the mood strikes me, or the hour is late enough ;) , here is where I'll break into the silly songs of my childhood, the pseudo-intellectual ramblings of my grad student-hood, the haphazard mutterings of my single-hood, the philosophical musings of my female-hood, the inspirational babblings of my human-hood, the frazzled sputterings of my junior high French teacher-hood. So world, this is me. These are my thoughts, this is my life. And it goes a little something like this...
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This is an eerie reminder of days long ago...putting my toes under the edge of your carpet and watching you squirm.
Or touching your towel. Or your pillow.
Wow. I guess we know where the problem is.
(Hint, not me! No way.)
Oh, the coquettish delights of dating.
wow laura...that story explains everything! :) thanks for the ammo ;)
Yeah, thanks a lot, Laura. Like he needed more ammo... :P
Yeah, well, Laura, _I_ remember you putting your (yellow-calloused)feet near my FACE repeatedly when we were lying on the couch reading as kids. So IF the problem in this "homework-shoe" scenario IS with Margaret, could it be that someone implanted this aversion to feet in her mind...? With her yellow feet...?
I'm just sayin'.
Okay, except that actually I think it's my own feet that give me my aversion to feet. So maybe Laura is off the hook after all.
Amy's random rambling inventive reminiscing is hardly worthy of a response.
So I won't.
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