Raybear is....
Jul. 5th, 2002 04:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
raybearOkay, so I haven't done the Google search thingy that's been circulating around my friends page recently, but on a self-referential and vain whim, I added "raybear" as an interest to my user profile. And it turned out I'm not the only person on LJ who's interested in myself. There's a mysterious
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Okay, so I haven't done the Google search thingy that's been circulating around my friends page recently, but on a self-referential and vain whim, I added "raybear" as an interest to my user profile. And it turned out I'm not the only person on LJ who's interested in myself. There's a mysterious <ljuser=kittiestoy>, who is OBVIOUSLY MelRo in disguise. She must have started this secret journal to talk about how much she loves me. Tres amusant.
At this point I will use up valuable space to talk about Mr. Myles aka <user site="livejournal.com" user="nabnag">. He sent me an e-mail addressing multiple concerns, and then at the end said "when are we going to see each other" or some variation of the phrase. So I wrote him back with one or two suggestions. He just replied and listed all the various activities he has going on this weekend that do not include me, but instead his dozens of other friends. Such the social butterfly he is.
But perhaps you're wondering the same thing I am -- why did he ask me to hang out?? That punk.
(P.S. I love you Myles.)
My co-worker and I decided to leave at 4:30. Probably no one in the office will notice/care. And no on in LJ-land will notice either since there seem to be mostly tumbleweeds blowing through my Friends page with all the lack of posting. Big ups to the few folks who did post and helped make the day more tolerable.
I miss my dog. I want to take her to the dog park and watch her run around and leap over the other city dogs. She has this wildly amibitious run that makes her seem less tame, but I wouldn't call her behavior itself 'wild' -- she never growls or barks and rarely bristles. She uses her teeth, but I wouldn't say she actually bites since there's little force behind the teeth. She runs under the big dogs and over the small dogs and she tackles those close to her size. She's too distracted to chase an actual ball, but she'll chase the other dogs chasing balls.
I used to be scared of the dog park and being in a closed area with large unknown animals circling around. But now I just stand there while they growl and wrestle around my legs, and I walk through the sea of four-legged creatures and occasionally pull mine out in case it appears she's engaged in a battle I know she'll lose. Luckily for her safety she's a fast runner and can normally escape from the jaws of death, but that also means she can bolt gracefully and swiftly away from me as well. But despite the hose down, she still comes when I hold out the leash -- the leash always brings good news for her, in her brain, even though her brain hasn't quite picked up on the fact that the good news ("going out") is already occuring.
If I ever do get my "sailor type" tattoo, I'm getting a big heart on my arm with a sash across that says "Sophie". That's even better than "Mother". I'll be just like DMX with his "One Love BOOMER" tattoo on his back.
At this point I will use up valuable space to talk about Mr. Myles aka <user site="livejournal.com" user="nabnag">. He sent me an e-mail addressing multiple concerns, and then at the end said "when are we going to see each other" or some variation of the phrase. So I wrote him back with one or two suggestions. He just replied and listed all the various activities he has going on this weekend that do not include me, but instead his dozens of other friends. Such the social butterfly he is.
But perhaps you're wondering the same thing I am -- why did he ask me to hang out?? That punk.
(P.S. I love you Myles.)
My co-worker and I decided to leave at 4:30. Probably no one in the office will notice/care. And no on in LJ-land will notice either since there seem to be mostly tumbleweeds blowing through my Friends page with all the lack of posting. Big ups to the few folks who did post and helped make the day more tolerable.
I miss my dog. I want to take her to the dog park and watch her run around and leap over the other city dogs. She has this wildly amibitious run that makes her seem less tame, but I wouldn't call her behavior itself 'wild' -- she never growls or barks and rarely bristles. She uses her teeth, but I wouldn't say she actually bites since there's little force behind the teeth. She runs under the big dogs and over the small dogs and she tackles those close to her size. She's too distracted to chase an actual ball, but she'll chase the other dogs chasing balls.
I used to be scared of the dog park and being in a closed area with large unknown animals circling around. But now I just stand there while they growl and wrestle around my legs, and I walk through the sea of four-legged creatures and occasionally pull mine out in case it appears she's engaged in a battle I know she'll lose. Luckily for her safety she's a fast runner and can normally escape from the jaws of death, but that also means she can bolt gracefully and swiftly away from me as well. But despite the hose down, she still comes when I hold out the leash -- the leash always brings good news for her, in her brain, even though her brain hasn't quite picked up on the fact that the good news ("going out") is already occuring.
If I ever do get my "sailor type" tattoo, I'm getting a big heart on my arm with a sash across that says "Sophie". That's even better than "Mother". I'll be just like DMX with his "One Love BOOMER" tattoo on his back.
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Date: 2002-07-05 07:42 pm (UTC)b) you are the cutest daddy in the whole wide fucking world.
i deserve to be punished
Date: 2002-07-06 02:04 am (UTC)I AM SO SORRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :( :( :(
i am the lamest of the lame-os. i truly am. but to my own credit, i *did* invite you to come to the jazz bar place tomorrow night... in fact, it would make my night 10 times better if you did!! i wish i could have seen you tonight, though... bah. but people from out-of-town kept me at that karaoke bar for several hours...
i'm sorry. i promise i will spend hours and hours and hours of QT with you before you leave on thursday. holy shit, that's soon.
PS
Date: 2002-07-06 02:05 am (UTC);)