Directive. 
by mrsatroxi on 07/4/08 at 12:19 PM
Oh, Folks.
Folks.
Do yourselves a great favor and go see WALL*E.
Right now. Go on, get.
I’ll wait ’til you get back.
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Oh, Folks.
Folks.
Do yourselves a great favor and go see WALL*E.
Right now. Go on, get.
I’ll wait ’til you get back.
The Nicest Things Anyone’s Ever Said to Me:
“See? I said you had nice legs!” -Years and years ago by an older fellow employee on the event of me wearing a skirt to work. Caused much confusion and embarrassment on my part, since I could only infer that my legs had recently been the topic of conversation. My legs. Being talked about. Shudder.
“Oh! You’re wonderful!!! Please never leave here!” -Recently, from a client at work after I helped her with a question, then stated it was my job and I was happy to do it.
“You’re addictive.” -From a boy I thought I most desperately wanted as a boyfriend. I took it as a good sign. He went into rehab - ended up dating a friend of mine and I never saw him again.
“You have eyes like two mud puddles. No! No! Deep water!” -By my father, and often, through my childhood. Knowing my father, this has to be a quote from something, but damned if I know what. Damned if I want to know what.
“You know how to drive!” -Said admiringly and approvingly by an old boyfriend. I think it was the only sincere thing he ever said. At least, I choose to think it was the only sincere thing.
“Damn you.” -By a gentleman who shall remain nameless, a la Heathcliff to his Catherine. Oh la.
Hey folks.
There’s a pretty picture I took. (In France! Damn French flowers, being all prettier and stuff.) Maybe it will help get you through your Friday.
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