my feet are in pink fluffy socks
Jan. 19th, 2006 12:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
impyBecause that's what people like Cassandra do. People like you. And by people like you, I mean girl people. You look for meaning in every little thing where there is none.
^---Ryan on me tossing off a comment I didn't really mean. [ :p ] on how Matt didn't really seem to want to get married anyway. The day Cass decides on a place to hold her wedding, Matt tells her they shouldn't get married this year. That she was rushing him. She went full blown nuclear considering it wasn't her idea to get married in August. He picked the day this go round, and this is the second or third time he's moved the so-not-gonna-happen event. He's now claiming she no longer cares.
I'm partially amused by the quote and how, I could, if they do implode, mock him with it for the rest of my natural life, and I'm fighting the urge to scream. People suck. People are stupid. Matt-people do not deserve Cass-people, not even partially brainwashed Cass-people. Yet Cass-people? Still wants him. Because it would be too easy if you could just find a way to move on. And I can't even sit here/there and urge her to do just that because I don't want her to get hurt... not that she would listen to me anyway. So it would just strain things between us, and they'd go back to their happy little world where no one understands their love. [gag me, that is the phrase used] Part of me was so hoping she would make good on her threat to tell him to put up or shove off. [namely, tell her whether the future she was seeing was going to happen. If not, then he could find a new place to live.] ...And the other part was thinking, "dude, unfair. I'd just gotten into the whole planning mode. You can't wait for me to get happy about this whole thing and then call it off."
Promise me this: If I ever have to pretty much try and coerce the same someone to marry me more than once, someone will hit me and snap me out of it. Please?
You get one shot, because sometimes it's needed to snap the slower of the two into realizing what they have. But anything more than that, and odds are good you're just hearing what you want to hear.
I got this huge packet from the Landing on holding a wedding at the house/mansion there. Funny how you can fill out an electronic form, thus no difficult to read handwriting, and they still don't believe I know how to spell my own friggin' name. G'ah. Is it so difficult to belive that there are two a's in my first name and two O's in my last? Apparently.
One day I think I would like to live in the same city as my boyfriend for more than a month. I think I would like this very much, even if we burst into flames on impact. It would be nice to feel momentarily normal. It would also be nice to not feel like odd-Imp out all the time when hanging out with the dynamic duos.
Scrubs is still better television than NBC deserves. Yum!
Oh. Hell went back to soft rock. Never before have I so wished to God I was imagining the flood of Richard Marx than last night. I could have cried.
Still. Scrubs!
^---Ryan on me tossing off a comment I didn't really mean. [ :p ] on how Matt didn't really seem to want to get married anyway. The day Cass decides on a place to hold her wedding, Matt tells her they shouldn't get married this year. That she was rushing him. She went full blown nuclear considering it wasn't her idea to get married in August. He picked the day this go round, and this is the second or third time he's moved the so-not-gonna-happen event. He's now claiming she no longer cares.
I'm partially amused by the quote and how, I could, if they do implode, mock him with it for the rest of my natural life, and I'm fighting the urge to scream. People suck. People are stupid. Matt-people do not deserve Cass-people, not even partially brainwashed Cass-people. Yet Cass-people? Still wants him. Because it would be too easy if you could just find a way to move on. And I can't even sit here/there and urge her to do just that because I don't want her to get hurt... not that she would listen to me anyway. So it would just strain things between us, and they'd go back to their happy little world where no one understands their love. [gag me, that is the phrase used] Part of me was so hoping she would make good on her threat to tell him to put up or shove off. [namely, tell her whether the future she was seeing was going to happen. If not, then he could find a new place to live.] ...And the other part was thinking, "dude, unfair. I'd just gotten into the whole planning mode. You can't wait for me to get happy about this whole thing and then call it off."
Promise me this: If I ever have to pretty much try and coerce the same someone to marry me more than once, someone will hit me and snap me out of it. Please?
You get one shot, because sometimes it's needed to snap the slower of the two into realizing what they have. But anything more than that, and odds are good you're just hearing what you want to hear.
I got this huge packet from the Landing on holding a wedding at the house/mansion there. Funny how you can fill out an electronic form, thus no difficult to read handwriting, and they still don't believe I know how to spell my own friggin' name. G'ah. Is it so difficult to belive that there are two a's in my first name and two O's in my last? Apparently.
One day I think I would like to live in the same city as my boyfriend for more than a month. I think I would like this very much, even if we burst into flames on impact. It would be nice to feel momentarily normal. It would also be nice to not feel like odd-Imp out all the time when hanging out with the dynamic duos.
Scrubs is still better television than NBC deserves. Yum!
Oh. Hell went back to soft rock. Never before have I so wished to God I was imagining the flood of Richard Marx than last night. I could have cried.
Still. Scrubs!
