Don't even get me started on decluttering. Mr. H is forever dragging crap home, and I've bitched about it before, so I'm sure if you're really interested in how I feel about it you can look it up. So sick of feeling like I live in a frat house. My current frustration is that I want real furniture that matches a planned decor. Mr. H wants a lazee boy that's too big for the room. And since we can't agree there's a crap flea market chair.

Boss pissed me off earlier. I handle 9 out of 10 things, most thrown on me at the last minute or while I'm in the middle of other projects, and it's pretty much just him barging in my office, not even waiting for me to look up and saying something vague. I missed a checkbox on a Fed Ex Slip and got a "SEE THESE ARE YOUR MISTAKES THAT I'M TALKING ABOUT" I wanted to punch him. Settled for a smoke instead.

A friend e-mailed me about my little biker buddy who was in this past weekend. They got friendly while we were all hanging out and now she thinks she likes him, and this is the third friend of mine she's decided she wants to go out with including the one that she actually went out with and can't be around anymore because it ended badly like I said it might when they ignored the fact that I was uncomfortable with it (It's been a year since they broke up now and I'm still having to invite one or the other and listen to how evil the guy I've been friends with and has kicked ass in that capacity for over 10 years is), and my ex and for god's sake can she just lay off andwhatdoesshethinkIamrunningaBOYBUFFET!?!?!

Whew. Sorry. I think I may be cranky today.

The baby Jesus buttplug can be found here.

The Virgin Mary Dildo is also interesting.

I'm thinking that's an express ticket to Hell right there. First Class.

And, I see in the time it took me to type all that, you guys have sooooo moved on.

Very boring, trust me.

I rely on your judgment. I just bought a purple ostrich feather instead. Cause.. I need one. Also because the minimum order was $19.99 and my two dusters (NOT TO BE USED INTERNALLY) were $19.09.

And, I see in the time it took me to type all that, you guys have sooooo moved on.

{{Heather}}

I hug for kicks.

I'm thinking that's an express ticket to Hell right there. First Class.

Blowfish has a Satan vibrator that I've wanted to get for some time now. Hmmm, since I got a raise last month....

I'm sorry about your Boss and Friend, Heather. But the image of a boy buffet is making me giggle a lot, if that helps.

Heather, can you say something like- dude, date my friends if you must, but I don't want to know about it. Including afterward.

I mean, if this is #3, I think you have the right to speak up about how uncomfortable it makes you.

you guys have sooooo moved on.

Yeah, like moved on far enough to need a whole new word to describe it.

Jilli, it can be wonderfully freeing to get rid of clothes you don't have A Plan for.

The other stuff, well, I got NOTHIN'.

Which reminds me, I should go into the office at some point if for nothing else than to rescue my Impulse and Max Mercury figures from my desk drawer.