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Mine lives in a small town in Germany and I saw her once but only from the back. I was at the time working a wellknown boutique and lots of people kept calling me another name and asking questions that were addressed to her and so on, then saying, she would say the same about me. We never met except once, luckily. I had much redder hair and a "rockier" style at the time. I also have a sligtht bait at walking due to one leg being shorter than the other. Always considered myself an absolute original...til I saw myself walking by on the other side of the street.
My mirror image stopped immediately as if she saw me or felt my presence though she was turned to the other side. We had, of course, the same kind of fluffy hair coloured my then Peg nuance, both walked camel-like and we wore, needless to point out, the exactly same set of clothes in ditto colouring. Then our hair stood up in mutual electricity and we both walked on in the other direction without ever meeting face to face. Phew. I still simply call her: "Eerie".
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Allison Scagliotti (sp?) from Warehouse 13
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I was at the time working a wellknown boutique and lots of people kept calling me another name and asking questions that were addressed to her and so on, then saying, she would say the same about me.
We never met except once, luckily. I had much redder hair and a "rockier" style at the time. I also have a sligtht bait at walking due to one leg being shorter than the other. Always considered myself an absolute original...til I saw myself walking by on the other side of the street.
My mirror image stopped immediately as if she saw me or felt my presence though she was turned to the other side. We had, of course, the same kind of fluffy hair coloured my then Peg nuance, both walked camel-like and we wore, needless to point out, the exactly same set of clothes in ditto colouring. Then our hair stood up in mutual electricity and we both walked on in the other direction without ever meeting face to face.
Phew. I still simply call her:
"Eerie".
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