Dixon Carter Lee
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I'm right about at that point when you're on the verge of deciding whether or not the evening is over.
I wish I were. I rarely feel drunk anymore.
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I'm right about at that point when you're on the verge of deciding whether or not the evening is over.
My leads are plain, and power isn't for playing with. No ulterior motives.
Just wondering if my fellow Litizens will come through with something that truly messes with my inebriated mind.
Wishin' on Lake Woebegone,
Ellie
Ergh. And I thought those of us who've had a little too much were the ones who lacked the proper self-awareness.
Errant on Erie,
Ellie
I wish I were. I rarely feel drunk anymore.
Not suggesting there is. But you’re posting for a reaction, like many. Decide what for and own it, is all.
So now you know.
And when the hillary labia licker DCL shows up in your thread...
Are any of us who we were when we were what we were then?
It's odd, hindsight. Earnestness that seemed important fades in time leaving one befuddled with bemused indifference. Who was I wanting to be, and why?
Muddling midst memories in Menomonee,
Me
I should be so lucky. And.... I was! Not what I was looking for, but what a welcome event regardless. DCL is a class act. And believe it not (as you sound like one stung by experience with him in political threads), a somewhat reasonable individual when you drop pretensions.
Ellie
Hmmm. . .
Earnestness is a sales pitch. To oneself, first of all.
One can be earnest and wrong, or disinterested whilst honest.
Hemming with Hemmingway in Havana,
Him.
One cannot be stung by a drone that has lost its stinger.
Still protecting the hive though.
Doesn't know that it is dead yet.
Oh my.
Ellie's back.
Pon-Farr Already?
Has yet another 7 year cycle drawn to a close?
If you ever drop your keys into a river of molten lava, let 'em go, because man, they're gone.
- Jack Handey
Erm-hrm.
Yeah, I get it. I just don't see the point. Sooo...
Ok, I got it. You have nothing to offer other than riding the fence, trying to protect your old alliances even though you despise what they represent now while trying to be the board sweetie in Sweetwater.
Sweet?
Ugh. I'd hate to see what you think of as flippant.
As for riding fences...
Deal. I'm honest about how I view things, and yet I manage the apparently Herculean task of not thinking the worst of people who view things differently, and don't feel the need to sneer at them 24/7.
And frankly, that's the one aspect of my outlook that I most wish more people would adopt.
If you don't care for that, well... that's your deal, not mine.
Shrugging in Shreveport,
Ellie
Seeing through you in seawater.
You are pretty sweet. But don't try to sweep in pretending you lean one way whilst trying to keep the ancient gb alliances intact.
Either I'm sobering up, or you're getting drunker.
Because I can't understand what you're talking about.
I come here sporadically at best. A few times a year maybe. And in the course of those rare visits, according to you, I'm busy keeping ancient GB "alliances" intact.
What freakin' alliances? What are these alliances supposedly for? Am I secretly spearheading a plot to take over Lit or something? Or are you really entertaining the fantasy that because I've made friends here over the years, and that I treat them like friends when I come by, it means I'm being subversive?
Dude, you need to take a break from the GB.
Concerned in Connecticut,
Ellie
I'm right about at that point when you're on the verge of deciding whether or not the evening is over. Another few sips of pinot and it's time to do the luxury shower, see that everything in the house is tended to and then tuck in with a book (or favorite site) until you fade away into a slumberous stupor that ultimately results in waking with a lock of hair soaking in your unattractively gaping maw, or...
you get a wild hair and post a thread on Lit wondering what would happen if you ask people to mess with you.
Well... I guess that answers that.
Whirligig on a Whirlibird,
Ellie
A tue wine snob would mention what's on the label...
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Oh, puh-leeze. My cycles are way more haphazard than that. True, I may strive for a zen-like Vulcan regularity, but am still far too impulsive.
And fortunately for you, much more frequent.
Lightning in Lousiana,
Ellie