Blissful Ignorance

Ok, sorry for the lack of updates! But I am back, and I will try to update more frequently. I had another mission last night. Mission: Find Relena a present before all the stores close.

Anyway, WhiteWitch, I have a possible plan. If you are intrested in this guy, maybe you should get his number, call him, ask him out on a date, thus either the Lame-Brain spreading rumors stops, or your new boyfriend backs you up. However, I may just be leading to false conclusions. I have no idea if you like him or not. But even if you do, I don't know if you would enjoy pursuing him so soon. If I'm out of line, I'm sorry. Just a thought.

Now Miroku, when you say "70+" are you talking about 70+ women grabbing your butt, or women ages 70+ grabbing your butt? If it's a numerical mass, then I would suggest keeping your back facing a wall. But if there are senior citizens sexually harassing you, then, sir, I don't know what to tell you. Perhaps you should stop going to retirement homes wearing tights.

And on a side note...
Beck, I was friends with Trowa for a long period of time. He fixed me up after the explosion, and we faught alongside eachother. But I really don't remember him doing what he's doing in your icon to Une. But Maybe I was just gone durring all this.

Very talkative tonight, aren't we Yuy.

Yes I said Aren't and yes I'm Texan. I also like the word ya'll.

Heero, why are parents so over controlling even when you're living 500 miles away. I drove home for the county fair and to see my brother play in the parade. But I didn't even get a chance to step through the door before my mother yelled at me for wearing a soccer shirt and my favorit basball cap.

How do I tell them to leave me alone without sounding like the ungratful brat that I am. I'm depending on them to pay for my next five years of college so I can't piss them off. But thier getting really annoying.

The Lubbock Bootleg of Pearl Jams Yellow Ledbetter is on the radio. I'm in heaven and it's two in the morning, my roommates tired and my legs are numb. Why are we expected to sleep at night?

Mike McCready rocks!

whoa...Beck, yeah, I agree with yuy, never saw trowa and une uh...in that position ever. What's the deal?

yes-

they are senior citizens-

and no-

i do not go to retirement homes wearing tights- (only X-mas)

i work at a cafe- and some of them just are a bit too friendly for me.

The best thing to do is to just go along with what your parents say. Because if you're not even there most of the time, then you can just pay lip service while you're there. And in the situation with your clothes, just brush it off and ignore them.

And we sleep at night mainly because durring the day, we have the sun to make everything visible to our human eyes. In the night we can't see and we become very vulnerable to attack.

And Miroku, poor Miroku. I honestly don't kno what to tell you. Wear padding? Here's an idea... pinch them back! Maybe that's not such a good idea afterall. Well... does anyone else have any input on this? I'm stumped on this one. Sorry Miroku!

Heero wrote:And on a side note...
Beck, I was friends with Trowa for a long period of time. He fixed me up after the explosion, and we faught alongside eachother. But I really don't remember him doing what he's doing in your icon to Une. But Maybe I was just gone durring all this.

Its all about when Trowa went undercover for OZ my dear Heero, they don't call it undercover work for nothing.

Kaili Charmer wrote:whoa...Beck, yeah, I agree with yuy, never saw trowa and une uh...in that position ever. What's the deal?

Its called those "missing" scenes when Trowa went undercover for OZ. Read above of what I told Heero

...oh geez... :-?

I had undercover missions too... I was being shot at and injured severly. Not to mention the low pay and the exaustion. What the hell did Trowa do? I'm in the middle of a shoot-out with drug lords, while he gets to nail the colonel? Why isn't this fair? I swear I need to get a new job.

Anyway... I'm going to the employment office first thing in the morning.

Who am I kidding? Listing "Assassin, Sharp-Shooter, Gundam Pilot, Hacker, and other" probably won't get me a job at the accounting office.

Screw it! I'll keep my current job. But I'll have a few choice words with my employer.