Update, for lack of a better title
May. 23rd, 2002 10:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mousmeWork was okay today, I guess. Got off a bit early, fell asleep on Ross' staircase, figured out how to do punctuation with the text messaging on my cell phone.
Game was fun. JB managed to kill two Nazis in fighter planes (Messerschmidts, for Fearsclave's benefit) by slicing the tail off one of them with his wing and dumping the fuel from our starboard tank on the other one. There were two nice *kablooies* and that was the end of the Nazis.
Gave everyone lifts home after game. Nearly ran a red light when Poms expressed the desire to have a "serious" talk on Sunday night, as a result of his reading my LiveJournal last Sunday. Those readers who keep up regularly with this rather disjointed narrative will likely remember the angsty self–destructive rambling that I posted a while back, which in and of itself is pretty damned disturbing.
Am pleased to say that so far he seems to be taking the whole thing rather well, under the circumstances. *twitch*
Of course, being the oversensitive, freaky twit that I am, this whole thing has thrown me off–kilter again and I'm triggered as all Hell, but I guess I'll live. Have to figure out a way to actually have a conversation without being flippant. Fat chance. First thing I did coming home was burst into tears. Lovely, rational reaction there, Enlightenment Girl. :P
Maybe I'll send him the link to the Secret Shame website I posted a while back...
Game was fun. JB managed to kill two Nazis in fighter planes (Messerschmidts, for Fearsclave's benefit) by slicing the tail off one of them with his wing and dumping the fuel from our starboard tank on the other one. There were two nice *kablooies* and that was the end of the Nazis.
Gave everyone lifts home after game. Nearly ran a red light when Poms expressed the desire to have a "serious" talk on Sunday night, as a result of his reading my LiveJournal last Sunday. Those readers who keep up regularly with this rather disjointed narrative will likely remember the angsty self–destructive rambling that I posted a while back, which in and of itself is pretty damned disturbing.
Am pleased to say that so far he seems to be taking the whole thing rather well, under the circumstances. *twitch*
Of course, being the oversensitive, freaky twit that I am, this whole thing has thrown me off–kilter again and I'm triggered as all Hell, but I guess I'll live. Have to figure out a way to actually have a conversation without being flippant. Fat chance. First thing I did coming home was burst into tears. Lovely, rational reaction there, Enlightenment Girl. :P
Maybe I'll send him the link to the Secret Shame website I posted a while back...
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*hug*
Date: 2002-05-23 09:07 pm (UTC)*massive hug*
Re: *hug*
Date: 2002-05-24 02:29 am (UTC)Messerschmidts: which ones? 110's? 109's? If 109's there were variants b through g or h, plus sub-variants with really wierd armament, especially towards the end of the war when Hitler was completely off his meds...