proteanmix
Plumage and Moult
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This is more than likely the evil inside me that I am completely unapologetic about, but I had a brief encounter recently with someone who I would classify as being deliciously bitchy.
When I say deliciously bitchy you could say this person was immature and insecure, but I thought she was quite funny. Birds of a feather and all.
OK, let me get my word cluster together: saucy, cheeky, flippant, nervy, angry, with a clear vein of bitter shining through, but with something else mixed in that made it forgivable. OK, let me get my other word cluster together: a little sad and morose, like someone who had been hurt one too many times and you're seeing the hardness that has developed as a result.
Maybe this is that instant connection people here go on and on about but I think I felt it. It happened very quickly, we were standing in line and both of us reached for an In Touch, which prompted a three minute conversation. Maybe I got x-ray mirror for a few minutes. I didn't feel like grabbing a handful of air at all.
This was going to be a blog entry, but I'm converting it. This slightly stems from people calling others immature and insecure, but knowing that very very few of us are completely secure in all areas, I suppose I've decided to tolerate this particular insecurity for the time being.
Alright, now everyone can start giving the right answer.
When I say deliciously bitchy you could say this person was immature and insecure, but I thought she was quite funny. Birds of a feather and all.
OK, let me get my word cluster together: saucy, cheeky, flippant, nervy, angry, with a clear vein of bitter shining through, but with something else mixed in that made it forgivable. OK, let me get my other word cluster together: a little sad and morose, like someone who had been hurt one too many times and you're seeing the hardness that has developed as a result.
Maybe this is that instant connection people here go on and on about but I think I felt it. It happened very quickly, we were standing in line and both of us reached for an In Touch, which prompted a three minute conversation. Maybe I got x-ray mirror for a few minutes. I didn't feel like grabbing a handful of air at all.
This was going to be a blog entry, but I'm converting it. This slightly stems from people calling others immature and insecure, but knowing that very very few of us are completely secure in all areas, I suppose I've decided to tolerate this particular insecurity for the time being.
Alright, now everyone can start giving the right answer.