Hec did indeed call Teppy. The alarm didn't wake me up, but his VERY LOUD CHATTER did. Not that I remember any of it, aside from a vague impression of echidnas and his gleeful assertion that she would not be able to sleep again as she had now been Infected With Wakefulness. On returning to bed, he explained earnestly that he had to do it because Tep had double dog dared him and he had no choice, and now I am sitting here catching up on the thread and getting all bitterly amused at the evidence that he in fact double dog dared himself on Tep's behalf.
This paragraph deeply, deeply amuses me. It sounds like the blurb on the back of a book JZ will someday write called
Life With Hec.
his VERY LOUD CHATTER did. Not that I remember any of it, aside from a vague impression of echidnas and his gleeful assertion that she would not be able to sleep again as she had now been Infected With Wakefulness.
You don't even know. He told me I needed to walk to Cleveland. And babbled at me in a goofy German accent. And I was so NOT Infected with Wakefulness. He's a fool if he underestimates my ability to go back to sleep.
The echidna thing is because I told him that last night I dreamed that he called me, whereupon I went to SF, and then the 3 of us went to meet billytea in Ireland.
(I never ever dream of Hec w/o JZ, or vice versa. I think that's sweet.)
I love that Hec called Tep. It's evil in an adorable kind of way.
It is a gorgeous Royal Doulton teacup with a rose pattern, and it came in a little gift box which he wrapped with the comics section of the paper.
Pretty (and cutie pie, wrapping with the newspaper comics). I have their Royal Albert Old Country Roses as my china set.
Apartment hunting sucks beyond the telling of it. Everything I have looked at so far is more expensive than what I am currently paying and also smaller. I am starting to really freak out. I don't want to have to move home even for a short period of time, especially with a new sweetie.
Oh, I hope something great turns up soon.
I am totally a sj/teacup gifter shipper and a Lilty/music store guy shipper.
Me, too.
sj/Teacup and Lilty/music guy are excellent ships, but the deeply sick fuck in me snickers at the ghastly possibilities of SA/town crier.
Spike's Bitches, where you may face the darkest crevices of your soul, only to find out it's not so dark, or if it is, at least you're not alone.
(I never ever dream of Hec w/o JZ, or vice versa. I think that's sweet.)
Oh, it is. I'm totally a Hec/JZ shipper, too.
(I never ever dream of Hec w/o JZ, or vice versa. I think that's sweet.)
Oh, it is. I'm totally a Hec/JZ shipper, too.
I just love that even my subconscious recognizes the rightness of Hec/JZ.
It's evil in an adorable kind of way.
I think it's adorable in an evil kind of way.
You know what's evil? Cashmere and her communists. They staged a revolution on me yesterday.
Cashmere! Come and get your damn commies offa my lawn!
Geez, and I just want to remain neutral when it comes to politics.
I, too, fell to the commies yesterday. Damn them!
You know, they say women living together will eventually synchronize cycles. I'm starting to believe that pheromones can be transmitted through the internet.
Oh, the Bitch Period Theory has been around for a while. I used to remember which Bitches were in synch with me, but I forgot. Though now I know it's at least Cash and you.
