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Try warm milk.

Yes, I was, and YAY! * happy for Tits *

Definitely will dance with me at CC, but not until I can get there next (19th, 20th?).

I think I met tonight someone who wishes he could help with that.

Oh, I'm glad. Now go tell all the single women I'm warm and funny and up for flirting outrageously on the dance floor. If they're straight and unconvinced, tell them a) I'm not serious--I won't take it farther than they will, and b) lesbianism, even feigned, is a veritable guy magnet. GO TELL!

thou is not a name. thou be a pronoun.

Lives too far away.

Wow. Okay, I've decided, I want my hair to be those colors. Damn work dress code!

Oooh! What does Santa have in store for Prick, I wonder? *goes looking for mistletoe*

Has nicer nips than I!

On acid? or otherwise? because everything seems funny on acid. 1) Not that statistically odd, I suppose, but I did witness a drive-by shooting. I shortly thereafter saw a man expire on the sidewalk. Blood from the lungs really looks like lava or something. So bright red and frothy. My only regret was that I didn't hold his hand at the end; I just stood there staring like everyone else. No one should have to die alone like that. 2) This summer, while I was planting flowers in my mom's yard, I kept seeing this young guy in a green T-shirt walk by; four times he did this. What was weird about it was that he was always walking the same direction. Yeah, yeah, yeah, he was walking around the block--except that my mom's street is such that a feat of that kind requires walking a mile and I kept seeing the guy in five minute intervals. I know it was the same guy because he was carrying the same shopping bag and continually texting or talking into his phone. The third and fourth time, I watched him as he walked nearly a half mile down the road. I'd avert my eyes for a few minutes and BAM! there he was walking by again approximately in the same place as when I first spotted him. And, no, I haven't taken acid in over ten years, so it wasn't that. My brain says, likely explanation, he was a drug dealer and kept on getting picked up by clients out of my sight and getting dropped off somewhere down the street from me OR he has identical twins and they like fucking with people. But it was weird. 3) In New Orleans, there was a street performer who played the armonica in Jackson Square and who rode around on a bicycle. He had white hair and beard which he always died a bright color: blue, purple or green, usually, but pink once. He had a little Lahsa Apso whom he died to match; the dog always rode around in a basket in the front of the bicycle. 4) When my now ex-husband, then fiance, came to the restaurant where our parents were meeting altogether with us for the first time, he wore my burgundy broomstick skirt (sans underwear) and a poet shirt. That wasn't the odd part. He did that rather frequently, but normally wouldn't wear my skirt OUTSIDE. I was a little annoyed because, even though my parents both already believed me to be irredeemably weird, I was hoping he would take more pains to inspire in them more confidence in our planned union. Anyway, I was joining the party (already seated) after getting out of work (I worked as a cashier at Reverend Zombie's House of Voodoo). I got there just in time to see my fiance introduce Mad Hattie, the Duck Lady, to our parents. (She's a legendary Quarter Critter, having been around since the Great Depression--she was eight, homeless and would ride around on roller skates begging cigarettes, food and booze from tourists on behalf of her duck whom she kept on a rope.) Hattie looked Mack up and down, very disapprovingly and suddenly cold-cocked him declaring "YOU AIN'T NO DRAG QUEEN!" before storming out of the restaurant with her duck in tow.

aw. That's not hibernation. That's a nap. I wouldn't mind a little Rip VanWinkle, myself.

I second that sentiment. I'm just kind of blah in this cold.

Yeah, that was the first cat. Now there's kittens. More code, go lookie, spoilers after.

Cuz those of us who are not are trying to avoid the word altogether?

NOOOOOOOOO! you can't lose faith in humanity. If people are being boobs, that's just proof of their human-ness. Just know most suck is motivated by fear. Find the love, honey. It's out there.

Um, yeah, but this is the "if you have the guts" thread. If you don't, and you just drop hints, you're daring everyone else to let the cat out of the bag practically.

You weren't complaining when he was tickling the others! lol.

Drinking coffee. Eating chocolate cake. Watching Harold and Maude.

paternal?

Hmmmm. Maybe they will come out with tattoo inks that best the newest crazy eyeshadows. Who knows?

Oooh. I'm at my brother's. He and friend made (for the movie group): Tom Ka Gai and Pad Thai. And we're having chocolate pudding cake for dessert!

Oh, well, if you mean surgeries like that, then I would like to be 7 ft tall--make it happen!

Only the most minor of surgeries: mole removal, teeth whitening, palate widening (perhaps). Yeah, I have a good deal of imperfections and I wish I could look more like I did when I was 18 and too full of self-loathing to know just how cute I was. But I have gotten used to this body. I kind of like it now, flaws and all. (but not enough to pose naked.) It's served me well, though.

I knew you could do it.