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azurelunatic) wrote2003-07-30 06:29 pm
azurelunatic) wrote2003-07-30 06:29 pm
*happypurr* Darkside is nice.
Left a message. He called back. (Yeep. This is... rare.) We chatted. Evidently 8 8 is the command to call back she who left the message. Appropriate.
He's not fond of the Ambiguously Gay Duo. He didn't know who my "partner in crime" would have been at first. I had to tell him. The only reason Sandstrom knows who I am in the first place is because I was lurking in his classes... "Oh, so you'd be a lurker in the darkness, then?" (reference to our old wars on Dennis K.'s chat board...)
Much giggling about the parallel to the DADA class, how the Ministry of Magic cancelled the DADA class and the students formed a club. Darkside thinks it would be funny if I called the club "Defence Against the Dark Arts (Securities Club)". (So do I.)
Little Fayoumis wanted to talk to Darkside. I was grumpy and hung onto the phone. Yeesh. We're arguing over who gets to talk to him. He's a popular guy. (And I told him that he reminds me of my mother. Evidently this messes with his "don't bother me" field, being thought of as sweet.)
Told him about![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
votania's promotion. He was happy for her. He was not happy about the prospect of carrying furniture up stairs this weekend helping with his uncle's moving.
With him, with this, I don't play. I don't think I've been so serious about someone in my life. We're comfortable together. I was just thinking about that. Now that he's not grouchily tired every instant, he's got that smile and sparkle back, and I'd be willing to guess that if we were to be spending time together and someone were to snap a picture of us, they'd surprise that same expression on his face.
Fidelity. That's the precise word. As he is who he is, I am who I am, and we really have yet to try to stretch the abilities of our combined strength.
His mom came in while we were talking. "Hi, Darkside's mom!" "Hi, Joanie!" ...I wonder what he's like after he gets off the phone with me.votania says that I'm a little scary. Well, yeah. All that intensity, bottled up, with only my body to contain it? "I am yours, you are mine/ We are what we are... ... ...Sometimes it hurts so badly I must cry out loud..."
He's not fond of the Ambiguously Gay Duo. He didn't know who my "partner in crime" would have been at first. I had to tell him. The only reason Sandstrom knows who I am in the first place is because I was lurking in his classes... "Oh, so you'd be a lurker in the darkness, then?" (reference to our old wars on Dennis K.'s chat board...)
Much giggling about the parallel to the DADA class, how the Ministry of Magic cancelled the DADA class and the students formed a club. Darkside thinks it would be funny if I called the club "Defence Against the Dark Arts (Securities Club)". (So do I.)
Little Fayoumis wanted to talk to Darkside. I was grumpy and hung onto the phone. Yeesh. We're arguing over who gets to talk to him. He's a popular guy. (And I told him that he reminds me of my mother. Evidently this messes with his "don't bother me" field, being thought of as sweet.)
Told him about
votania's promotion. He was happy for her. He was not happy about the prospect of carrying furniture up stairs this weekend helping with his uncle's moving. With him, with this, I don't play. I don't think I've been so serious about someone in my life. We're comfortable together. I was just thinking about that. Now that he's not grouchily tired every instant, he's got that smile and sparkle back, and I'd be willing to guess that if we were to be spending time together and someone were to snap a picture of us, they'd surprise that same expression on his face.
Fidelity. That's the precise word. As he is who he is, I am who I am, and we really have yet to try to stretch the abilities of our combined strength.
His mom came in while we were talking. "Hi, Darkside's mom!" "Hi, Joanie!" ...I wonder what he's like after he gets off the phone with me.
votania says that I'm a little scary. Well, yeah. All that intensity, bottled up, with only my body to contain it? "I am yours, you are mine/ We are what we are... ... ...Sometimes it hurts so badly I must cry out loud..."