The big sorta-feels-like-i'm-in-a-bug's-life kind that you can buy at IKEA. She brought it to the office with her when she came to work there for a few hours.
I adore her like whoa.
Even the smallest hidden interactions seem to make me giddy. We were throwing a paper airplane named Sky Chat (and later Sky Chat 2.0) back and forth across the office with little messages for each other rather than just talking on some instant messaging client, although, to be truthful, I had none running at the time, and it had the romantic appeal of a 5th grade crush... except a much more advanced level of sexual innuendo.
Her new place is right off one of the N stops and quite near a pizza place that has $3 pitchers on Tuesday and Thursday. Sounds like a great way to kill an otherwise productive afternoon, if ya ask me.
I adore her like whoa.
Even the smallest hidden interactions seem to make me giddy. We were throwing a paper airplane named Sky Chat (and later Sky Chat 2.0) back and forth across the office with little messages for each other rather than just talking on some instant messaging client, although, to be truthful, I had none running at the time, and it had the romantic appeal of a 5th grade crush... except a much more advanced level of sexual innuendo.
Her new place is right off one of the N stops and quite near a pizza place that has $3 pitchers on Tuesday and Thursday. Sounds like a great way to kill an otherwise productive afternoon, if ya ask me.