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.



With Many Thanks to Antonia.

by mrsatroxi on 07/1/08 at 4:47 PM

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.



Don’t talk to me about Life.

by mrsatroxi on 06/27/08 at 9:23 AM

I wanna go back.
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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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