You mean steal Dylara like you've stolen my heart?

Enjoy the buffet; I'm here all week!

He can when Dylara loses faith in Serenwilde. But that's a matter for a different dicussion.

There is far, far too much truth to this.

I have my eye on you, boy!



See?

Pft. I'm harmless.

I think I have that PM around here somewhere. Let me see...

This is a joke, keep in mind please!

ya baby u r a foxkin all rite

Mostly harmless.

Lies.

Deceit.

Treachery.

Harmless? I think not.

The best pick up lines are the ones that are shocking enough that they'll leave an impression, but stupid and irrelevant enough that they'll forget you ever used one to begin with once the conversation starts. The problem is, you have to actually be interesting and able to hold a conversation to make it work.


Either way, I've never actually used a pick-up line aside from facetious joking with good female friends. I always rely on, 'the look', you know what I'm talking about. Some people out there can do it, some can't, thankfully, I was graced with, 'the look', which works out as I'm entirely too shy in some ways to just waltz up to someone and say hello, but I'm perfectly capable of engaging in conversation if I've lured them into starting it! Works for me!


The look, it's mysterious, dark, and evokes the idea that you find the person delivered it very alluring. I've always found that sometimes the way someone looks at another person says a lot more and gives a lot more compliment then any words could.

Oooh, another mudder with the stalker look.

Does CSI ask you to send you mug shots so thier actors can practice looking like crazed criminals?

Na na na na na,
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Na na na na na na,
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Serge has the look!

Oh, and to get this back to a rant, I'm mad that Dylara's PM Inbox doesn't delete itself every hour.

This look?

And Serge.... . Okay? I feel like crap as it is, and am perfectly capable of realizing that I was fully dooped. I don't need someone that I don't even know pointing out something like that. Does the term 'adding salt to the wound' mean anything to you? I was ranting, not asking for advice on how stupid I am.

EDIT: I am not the one who said 'all men suck'. I know they don't. And I know not 'all the good ones are taken or gay' ... I know some pretty bad gay guys. And plenty of bad taken guys. And at least a handful of not taken or gay good guys. I was ranting about one guy, not every male on the planet.

Blood is plenty tasty without adding any salt. Condiments just ruin it.

That reminds me of the time I tried to seem gay so girls would like me better. Didn't quite work out as I hoped, though I was often invited to back rubs and the like.

Linwe, I'm so sorry. That totally and completely sucks.

I live in Australia, but feel free to come and stay with me if you want!

I have accidentally clicked on six different things I didn't want to while trying to navigate to this page.

Smart me decided after a couple weeks of downtime with fencing that I would pick up my fairly new rapier I'm still not in synch with yet, and pound out several rounds on a few folks. I favor length on weapons, so what I have is a 43" heavy rapier...about 5" longer than standard, nearly twice as heavy with the cage I have. I was running all rounds with this heavy blade in my right hand...adrenaline pumping, enjoying learning what new tricks I could pull, not feeling what the thing was doing to my stance, balance, and arm. So...awhile later, I was going to pack up, and went to put my blade down...I couldn't get my hand open. As I was trying to work the muscles loose from the handle...my leg, arm, abs, and back that were all unconsciously trying to distribute the new weight shot fire...and my arm/hand went into a cramped twitching spasm...which I'm slowly working out as I'm trying to type and click...

Grr...I'm such an idiot...if I were smart, I would have watched my feet, my stance, and taken breaks, rather than keeping steady through those rounds...and it hurrrrrrts...

I feel.. awful. I have been unable to sleep well for the past... wow, it's a month now. Every other night I spend that night up, not sleeping. I have a migrane, I have. a fever, and I have a very ucky stomach ache. I want nothing more than to be laying home in bed, my cat cuddled on my arms, insuring that I can do nothing but lay in bed.

Ah, but NO, it's -midterms-. So I have to come to school to take really hard tests with huge essay questions. I get to pray that I can do welll on a test, and pray that I don't let my stomach ache get the better of me, forcing me to ruin my test further. And I'm fairly sure being forced to sit in the snow for an hour while firefighters did nice things to save the building. But, uh, that's beside the point.

If anyone wants to.. oh, I dunno, come kill me, I promise it'll be good XP!

I guess on the plus side, it's almost the weekend. And it's also spring break. Mmm, spring break.

Edit: Also, Linwe, I love you! Lets move in together and talk about why guys suck. I decided -not- to go into my guy problems here.

Seriously, though, if you ever need to talk, I'm here!

My ranty-rant at myself: for getting lost at my own complex! I had to enter the place from a different area that I haven't used before because of construction, and took me an extra 30 minutes to get to my townhouse with five bags worth of groceries and a pack full of ten books

Not to mention the fact the carry-on I was lugging around mysteriously felt heavier when a block of snow/ice decided to lodge itself to it