worrywart

[fictional]

started packing last night.
we finished the bookshelf corner of the house yesterday.
i have...a lot of books. five boxes worth just in that corner. and i thought i'd been so restrained in that department.
today we'll pack up the kitchen i think. which is sad because i have two packets of frozen chicken breasts waiting to be cooked. maybe we should start on the living room instead. it's hard to tell.
afterwards, drinks with some of d's coworkers.

you know, people used to make me really nervous. they do that less than they used to now. i think i'm actually getting over my whole shy thing, although i suspect there will always be a little hermit crab inside me. however, when i'm around d. i still feel the way i always used to around people...nervous and stomach fluttery and tongue tied...i'm not sure what that says. worth some thought probably.

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[threemileisle.livejournal.com]

A friend of mine once had a hermit crab. A hermit crab named Pepe. It enjoyed crawling on fingers, fingers of anyone who stuck theirs into the tank. The world would be a more enjoyable place if everyone could be as socialable as a hermit crab.

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[kalichan.livejournal.com]

I guess I was more thinking of the kind of hermit crab that huddles in little sandy ocean bits, and rips the toenails off of any person who happens to plant their foot near by.

And while I might be a hermit crab, no one has ever called me a *tame* one. ;-)

[threemileisle.livejournal.com]

So, basically, you're a hermit crab with a bad attitude and a long *evil* streak, eh?