DrWorm (drworm) wrote,

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Okay. So...

That's one way to get attention/make people mad at you... politics! Oh, why didn't I see it before? The sheer possibilities!

Just to clear something up: I don't hate Democrats... no, no, no. I hate EVERYBODY. I am an equal opportunity hater. But, seriously, if you're a Democrat... that's okay. I don't really think you're an idiot or anything (I know it usually comes across that way... I get frustrated). Everyone's entitled to their own opinion. But, like Christianity, I tend to miss the actual point of the whole thing. (And I am so not coherent enough right now to type out an actual response to people who commented... I'll get there. Obviously, it's a favorite subject.)

And here I thought I was feeling cynical last night.

My uterus cannot make up its mind about what it's doing. Room inspections are Thursday, which means I have a side to clean and a rat to hide. I'm far away from all the people I really love (what, all three of them? Spread out in a little Kent, Pittsburgh, Maryland triangle) and... and he made fun of my structural drawing project instead of critiquing it! Stupidhead. I'm very proud of one kid in my class though... he knew it was the Delorean from Back to the Future... I wanted to hug him...

Speaking of people I want to hug... uh, you. Last night... very nice. I like being able to be thoughtful on AIM as well as silly. I don't know, really. I'm in a giddy/lovey/hormonal sort of mood right now. But happy, truthfully...

roondaboot: But privately run enterprises just tend to work better...
TheNightSpore: you really care about this, huh?
roondaboot: Yes.
roondaboot: Sadly.
TheNightSpore: you are deep
roondaboot: I'm not in an area that will make a big difference politically, but my dad kind of rubs off on me... very political, sort of under the surface.
roondaboot: ... deep. I don't know whether that's a compliment.
TheNightSpore: why don't you think it's a compliment
roondaboot: Oh, is it? I dunno.
roondaboot: So many people disagree vehemently with me.
TheNightSpore: so . . . I'm still not understanding
TheNightSpore: If I was gonna insult you, I'd be more blunt
roondaboot: Oh. Okay.
TheNightSpore: trust me . . . I do not hold back when I'm insulting people
roondaboot: I dunno. Deep is sort of vague, so I'm not sure what to think.
roondaboot: Being 'deep' makes me think I should be able to find a bottom somewhere.
roondaboot: Or 'still waters run deep' or something. I don't know.
TheNightSpore: *sigh* nevermind
roondaboot: ... okay. I'm just confused.
roondaboot: And my nose hurts.
roondaboot: Especially since I usually adhere to the "Layers? His mind is a cozy little ranch, believe me" sort of thought process.
roondaboot: That has nothing to do with my nose. I'm just saying.
roondaboot: ... I'm in an odd mood.
roondaboot: *hugs*
TheNightSpore: sorry . . . I should expalin better . . . deep as in - most people don't think this hard about anything. as in, you continually surprise me (in a good way)
TheNightSpore: and I feel kind of dumb for not having much of an opinion . . .and not even knowing what libertarian meant
roondaboot: Oh, nobody freakin' knows about libertarians. Country's best kept secret.

TheNightSpore: I missed you yesterday
roondaboot: I missed you too!
roondaboot: I'm sure I wanted to tell you something, but I forgot whatever it was...
TheNightSpore: ummmm, that you love me?
TheNightSpore: *snigger*
roondaboot: Yes, definitely that.

roondaboot: ... with all this pent-up sappy energy, December will be verrrry interesting.
TheNightSpore: Yes indeed. stick a spigot in us and get Maple syrup
roondaboot: But, really and truly... I miss you and I love you and If I could I would hug you and sing "All Through the Night."
TheNightSpore: god yes'
roondaboot: And probably some Nightmare Before Christmas songs. Because I had those stuck in my head today.
TheNightSpore: Creepy
roondaboot: Why?
TheNightSpore: I watched that as my breakfast movie
TheNightSpore: this morning
roondaboot: Aww!
roondaboot: Well, I carry the bag with me everywhere so it's a constant reminded.
roondaboot: *reminder
TheNightSpore: aha . . .
TheNightSpore: I was in a mood for Boingo
roondaboot: And a girl in structural drawing started singing, so naturally I chimed in...
roondaboot: Okay, putting that cd in now.
TheNightSpore: "Thisssss year, Chrisssstmasss will be . . .OURSSSSS!"
TheNightSpore: god, that kills me every time
TheNightSpore: Danny and his adorable hissy ssss
roondaboot: And if you really want sap... "My dearest friend, if you don't mind/I'd like to join you by your side/where we can gaze into the stars/and sit together now and forever"
roondaboot: ... I think that's right.
TheNightSpore: *sniffle*
TheNightSpore: no, that's just sappy enough
roondaboot: That's reminded me of you for ages.
TheNightSpore: really? awwwwwwwwwwwww *totally serious*
roondaboot: Yeah, I know. I'm so... mmph. Deep down inside. >__> I don't know why, but I'll start singing that absently under my breath at least once a week... then I look up and go "well, damn. I'm still alone."

I'm going to hold back on some of the sap, in fact... it's getting to be a little more than feels comfortable for me. It's cracking that 'tough'-ish exterior. Shh! Don't tell, but I'm really a kitten and not a lion! (In fact, a very affectionate kitten. For the right person.)

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