tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14381999.post114244907219493812..comments2024-02-18T03:50:34.928-05:00Comments on underneath the turban: If You're a Reasonably Cool Person, This Entry is Probably Not for YouUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14381999.post-34818463077649472852007-04-13T14:59:00.000-04:002007-04-13T14:59:00.000-04:00you're amazing, i wish i can meet someone with you...you're amazing, i wish i can meet someone with your intelligenceAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14381999.post-1142829148290347762006-03-19T23:32:00.000-05:002006-03-19T23:32:00.000-05:00As an extremely uncool person, I found this to be ...As an extremely uncool person, I found this to be a phenomenal entry.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14381999.post-1142703231015268072006-03-18T12:33:00.000-05:002006-03-18T12:33:00.000-05:00You're smaht...You're smaht...Dennishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17769094267054496828noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14381999.post-1142531652677879152006-03-16T12:54:00.000-05:002006-03-16T12:54:00.000-05:00Obviously, to say that none of us have moved fast ...Obviously, to say that none of us have moved fast enough to stop time shows that you've never chased a two year old. That pretty gravity stopping, too. My regard is by no means sought and clearly I'm not reasonably cool (I am a married mother of 4 after all!), but manly scar aside, I wouldn't open with this when meeting someone. Your cuteness factor might suffer a bit if you share with other what Steven has done to you. Just a bit of advise.Momcanihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14627767948497997699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14381999.post-1142524255488734702006-03-16T10:50:00.000-05:002006-03-16T10:50:00.000-05:00It's been a little while since I've had an overpow...It's been a little while since I've had an overpowering man crush. That guy from your high school freshman year comes to mind. There was a stretch of a week or so where I think nothing would have made me happier than to drop out, move to a suburb of Cleveland, bear and tend to a huge brood of his children and make sure he had a hot meal when he came home from work. When I'd bring out his plate he would throw it back at me (soiling my apron and reducing me to tears), and proceed to savagely beat me in front of the children (and whoever else was over). The next day I'd try to do better.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com