I will never ever learn.

[mrsronweasley]

Why do I keep doing this to myself? I'm at JFK, waiting for another (two-hour delayed now) JetBlue flight. Rotten bastards. And I don't care that I'm using their - OMGFREE! - wireless network. I'd rather have been doing it from my HOUSE. In BOSTON.

Anyway. To change the topic abruptly, I'm curious. In the past few weeks, I've had quite a few people friend me and I suddenly got suspicious curious as to why. I'm all over it! I'm just...not that fascinating?..

So, um, hello new people! Tell me why you're here? Feel free to introduce yourselves - it'll be like a party. I'm just really curious!

And hey, if you're not so new, feel free to do the same thing. Again - it'll be like a party.

Or something.

While I wait for my plane. Which is supposed to depart at 6:10 now (was scheduled for 4:20, of course - we know somebody's been taking advantage) and it's 2 minutes to 6 and I'm still not on the plane (but sneezing my ass off). So.

Hello. Talk to me?..

Comments

[mrsronweasley.livejournal.com]

Hi, that is TOTALLY fine! *g*

My passion of both Paul and Callum is... well, it could be considered bordering on unhealthy. Maybe. I like to think it hasn't reached that point yet, but if Paul continues being this fucking brilliant, I will have no choice. *sigh*

Aaaaand thank you. :) And I hope you enjoy the boot porn. Mm. Leather. Boots. Mmm, yeah. I...don't have a kink, why do you ask?..

(See, being pictureless gives you CHARACTER. But icons are fun. *eyes her 115* Yeah.)

[ruthless1.livejournal.com]

Well - if I ever did make an icon - I would want it to say "I can kill you with my mandolin" over a pic of a mando. Kind of like River in Firefly saying "I can kill you with my brain." Of course my mando skills are not quite as cool as her brain skills but I am working on it!
My infatuation is bordering on the strange too but what can I say? I am a law abiding tax paying citizen who just happens to be freakishly attracted to a married canadian actor who I hope to god I NEVER EVER meet because that would just be bad. Very very bad. Just in the sense that I would die of embarrassment and foolishness - not because I would do anything eeevil. Okay - maybe I would try to touch his boots. *g*