Early praise for the hours.
Nov. 21st, 2002 11:22 pmI think I have a 60 minute limit on social interactions. After being around them for an hour, it doesn't matter if I'm mid-conversation, mid-sentence, or mid-word, my brain starts to hurt in this special way that indicates to me RUN THE FUCK AWAY AND STOP TALKING, sometimes known in more normal or quiet circles as, "I need some alone time."
This sixty minute mark has no relation to the person with whom I'm engaging or how much I like them. It's strictly a time measurement.
In other news, I'm lusty. I mean, Lusti.
This sixty minute mark has no relation to the person with whom I'm engaging or how much I like them. It's strictly a time measurement.
In other news, I'm lusty. I mean, Lusti.
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Date: 2002-11-22 12:49 pm (UTC)