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[sophistry]

After a thorough and wary over-analysis, I have decided that cute regular-counter-guy down the corner shops (source for my caffeine-addict's supply of Diet Coke and/or Red Bull) was probably not flirting with me. Still, self. Way to pop down looking more like a bum than Johnny Depp on a bad day, and then end up talking about... the weather. In my defence, he brought it up. And on the plus side, I feel his compliment on catching a toppling cream soda bottle was well-deserved. I do have ninja skills.

And now?

Cream soda and The Wire. When they find me a withered, malnutritioned husk in my room, the walls covered with frenzied scribblings of 'OMAR!!!!' and 'MCNULTY YOU IDIOT', you can all blame shati.

Comments

[agoodshinkickin.livejournal.com]

I approve of this blaming of Shati.
(mostly because it means people won't be blaming me.)

To you I say: You gots to let him play. It's 'Merica.

karen deserves all blame ever

[shati.livejournal.com]

"OMAR!!!" and "McNulty you idiot" and "oh, Herc and Carver D:" are the sacred trio. *nods*

(Kima!!!)