I'm beating -something- here.

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Okay, the black cloud of angsty-angst from this morning has lifted somewhat, and, while not feeling up to inflicting the full Taiko-assault experience that is my rampant, unchecked ego:


- I'm probably one of the top hundred players in the entire world on one of my favorite video games.

- I can go from "signing for packages" to "testing system stability" in two hours or less.

- Once upon a time, your girlfriend wanted me. Maybe she still does. ;-)

- I can find the G spot [this might account for the previous item].

- I look better in a skirt than your ex ever did.

- I can flame your boss in his own vernacular, and then make the guy in the mailroom blush when he snickers. And the IT guy, too.

- I once ran a mile in 4:56. On consecuitve days.

- I don't have a balance on my credit card, and my rent and car payments are always on time.

- I may not know what to get them, but I always remember my family's birthdays.

- I can beat you on a post pattern in the back yard, the parking lot, or on television, and talk shit the whole time I'm doing it.

- I can do my own taxes, and give advice to those who need it.

- I can write a HOWTO on the mechanics of basic PC assembly and overclocking theory before my first cup of coffee.

- I can guess your bra size at seven paces. Correctly.

- I have a hot girlfriend.

- I can change my own oil, sparkplugs, filters, tires, and headlights. At night. In the rain.

- I can sing. Well.

- I can wear That Skirt and get away with it.

- I Wrote The Fucking Manual.

- I have good friends I can talk to about anything, and vice versa.

- I am on the Jedi Council.

- I'm better than you, and I can prove it. (props to EA Sports' ad dept for that one)

Comments

[ivy]

All right. Guess my bra size. [grins]

[lil-m-moses.livejournal.com]

I sense a Convergence challenge coming on!

[etcet.livejournal.com]

"How many times will Rafe get slapped today?"

[etcet.livejournal.com]

36C, possibly tight in the band, you workout fiend. I also suspect you dress to downplay your bustline because of your mental stance on some things [and to minimize unwanted attention].

I'd initially said 34B, but you sounded cocky, like you knew I'd underestimate your femininity, hence the above figure.

[and this, from seven states away]

[ivy]

34B. Your initial impression was right. I dress sort of for a comfortable bustline. I like clothes that I can move in, so I avoid anything that's too chest-showing (sunburned breasts are horrible, and popping out at an inconvenient moment is also bad), but not pathologically so. I prefer V-necks to scoop necks, and a hint of cleavage is good for me, but not great whacking swaths of it.

From seven states away, that is damn fine radar.

[etcet.livejournal.com]

*bows, avoids quick elbow to the back of the neck*