the best compliment ever

From a known and unashamed misogynist after I called him out on a retarded comment he made: “You’re different, though.  I don’t want to say stupid sh*t about girls around you.  If all girls were like you, I wouldn’t have to say stuff like that.”

I can’t say I necessarily agreed, but it was one of those contextual things, where you knew somebody had really gone out on a limb to let you know how you impacted them.  He blushed like a beefsteak tomato, too, which made it even nicer.

my imaginary friend

He is a bazillionaire who has magically obtained government clearance to possess, um, stuff that can’t be possessed legally now.  All he ever wants to do is take me shopping and feed me candy, but sometimes he can be convinced to go swimming, and maybe he and my sister could fall in love and have good-looking, blue-eyed babies, too.  That might be nice.  Then we’d be a happy family - now you know that’s imaginary.

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I forgot what it is.

I won’t only answer one of these questions...I will answer 2 out of 3!

Best compliment you’ve ever received.
I have a hard time accepting compliments...you know, that girl thing.  But, I have gotten a few that have really touched me in my life.  I think the best compliment I have ever had...was from a great friend of mine.  She said that talking to me was really easy...and that without even knowing it, I was able to help her make sense of her life by just talking.  I had no idea...and yep, it made me feel super special and feel like a really good friend.

Who would you want to be tied to for 24 hours.
Well, there are so many...I could list a heckle of cute boys, but alas...I will just pick one.  I would be tied to...dum, dum, dum...Kiefer Sutherland.  I think the world of him.  I think he is amazing talented and dreamy...and I would love to be able to have the chance to talk to him....about sports, about politics...about the business....about everything Canadian.  Then I could have 24 hours with Kiefer...now that’s a series I would watch!

Thanks for opening up your site for us to guest host...it’s been a blast! 

Shelley

Well, I am sick today. 
So that means everyone gets the same post.  :-D

And here we have a really long Deep Thought with Jack Handy.

I’ll never forget the time I got caught stealing watermelons from old Mr. Barnslow’s watermelon patch. I was with my friend Bobby. We were giggling so hard I thought I’d wet my pants! At first we tried to steal two watermelons each, but they were too heavy and we dropped them, and that made us laugh even harder. Finally, we each picked out a good one, and we were just about to sneak back through the fence when we heard a low, deep voice behind us. ‘Just where do you think you’re going with those watermelons?’ I gulped and turned around. It was old Mr. Barnslow, pointing his shotgun at us. Bobby dropped his watermelon, then pulled out the .38 revolver he kept in his waist, turned, and fired. But the turning must have thrown off his aim, because the shot only hit Mr. Barnslow in the thigh. Mr. Barnslow immediately fired both barrels at Bobby. One blast of buckshot missed entirely, but the other tore into Bobby’s shoulder. He tried to fire back, but his shoulder was so torn up he couldn’t raise his arm. Just as he was trying to switch to his left hand, Mr. Barnslow ran up and cracked him across the face with the butt of his shotgun. Bobby fell to the ground in a heap. Mr. Barnslow raised the butt of his gun to finish him off, but just then Bobby pulled out his hunting knife and plunged it into the farmer’s big white belly. After that, I don’t think I stole watermelons for at least a year.

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Oh yes, and tie me to Heath Ledger for 24 hours.  :-D

When I was a kid, I had an imaginary friend named Laura.  She looked exactly like me, only she always managed to keep her clothes clean and her hair neat.  She was really evil, though.  She would do things like throw my sister’s toys out the window, or use my mother’s makeup to draw on the kitchen walls, or eat the birthday cake that was cooling on the counter.  I could never stop her from doing these things, and yet I always seemed to be the one taking the blame for the things that she did!  I would try to explain that it was all Laura’s fault, but my mother never believed me.  It was always really upsetting for me.

Finally, one day, I told Laura that I was tired of getting into trouble because she couldn’t behave and that if she didn’t get her act together I was going to rat her out.  And she disappeared.  It was the weirdest thing.  Every now and then I miss her, though.  Especially when I need someone to blame something on. :lol:

Jen

So Luka wanted us to make up an imaginary friend. I can do better than that. I can tell you about my real “imaginary” friends when I was a kiddie - Scooby and Scrappy Doo! You’d think that a future writer and bookworm would have enough imagination to make up a fake buddy on her own. But no - I was such a couch potato, even at a young age, that I just invited them home from the tv screen!

My parents humored me. One night at dinner, they set out a plate for my pooch pals and filled it with whatever we were eating. Waiting for me to turn my head away, Dad would slyly trade his empty bowl for their full one, getting his seconds and convincing me that S&S had eaten their dinner.

It really doesn’t take much to convince a little kid that make believe is real, does it!

Happy FFAF!

-Daria, the Diner Bitch

I would like to be tied to the cast of Who’s line is it anyway. I mean it would be funny, and some of the guest comics are really cute. Wait a minute my birthday is tomorrow.......I wish, I wish, I wish.. ;-)

Ok...so Luka suggest that one should write on who they’d want to be tied to for 24 hours....so I’m going to write a little something about that......
Have you ever wanted something so badly that it really hurts? I don’t mean this little ache, I mean butcher knife in the heart type thing. Something so close, yet so unattainable.  So close that you can touch it...really feel it.  The type of thing that makes your brain hurt, your muscles burn, and your stomach feel like it’s going to do some “Alien” “chest-burster” type thing.  The boy I want to be tied to does that to me. He makes me angry, sad, and have that giddy jump-around-the-room feeling all at the sametime.  He makes me want to lose five pounds.  He makes me want to do yoga--not for the health benefits--just so I can be a little more flexible should I ever truly get the chance to be “tied” up by...uh...I mean...with him.  But, maybe it’s all just a big dream--or fantasy.  Fantasy seems like a word that one would use to describe something they really can’t ever have--but maybe I just haven’t taken the steps to make it mine.
Given, every woman has her opinion of a beautiful man, he is what I consider to be a beautiful man.  He’s one of those, crane-your-neck when your pressed into him, tall types.  The type that when you get a hug you’re enveloped in the most wonderful warmth.  He has beautiful, piercing green eyes.  I have trouble looking in his eyes because I feel like he can see my soul and read every thought--even the whipped cream and chocolate sauce fantasies.  He has hair too--but it could be long or gone and he would still be just as cute.  But...what makes him irresistable is his intelligence.  He makes me want to jump him when he walks into the room...too bad he’s dating one of my friends. 

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