AUUUUUUGH.

I'm supposed to go to a coworker's wedding tomorrow. I got the invite before I left on my trip. I can't find the invite now, though! And I think it's a morning wedding. ARGH. Have called another coworker and left her a message, I'm hoping/praying she'll get it early enough to call me in time for me to get ready and so on!!!

Screw the diet, I'm gonna have a cold-blooded jelly donut.

This immediately makes me think of warm-blooded jelly doughnuts. Which...EW. There'd be oooooozing.

I spoke to J August Richards last night. Who wants to touch me?

Oooh. Can i touch him instead? Cause, mmm.

If any of you want bellydancing clothes, I highly recommend visiting Fay in Egypt.

Actually I highly recommend visiting Fay in Egypt even if you AREN"T lookign for bellydancing clothes. But smonster tells me they're literally 1/10th the price, there.

Had my ultrasound today and the wee bean has a heartbeat

Dear lord. I can't wrap my head around you being pregnant again--I'd totally forgotten. I mean...isn't Owen still in utero or something? :)

I have to do some yarn stuff to my comic book

So did you give her yarn? What did she want to do??

The salt is from underground deposits in Redmond Utah from when the Great Salt Lake used to be a sea. And its nummy.

Mini-Meara:

(...which is SUCH a cute image, and reminds me - Flatmate asks if there are any pictures of you in drag up online anywhere, Meara. I showed her the wee snaps among your icons, and she was most impressed. Also? K's best friend back home is SO hot, and I'm v. sorry you didn't see the pics. She's butcher than butch. Certainly butcher than K, who's just got a Number 2 cut and whom we had great fun dressing up in a ghastly blonde bubble wig and assorted other silly things last night. Oh, and as of last night K and C are now "officially" boyfriends, rather than fuckbuddies. Yay team!)

Sorry 'bout that. Right, where was I?

Fay, will you/did you get what was supposed to be coming to you from evil school, or did you decide just to be glad to get out.

Ask me in a week. Fingers crossed - just 4 more days to go...

Fay, the notion that you would be in any wise undateable is purely risible.

Well, y'know - not getting any thinner over here. Unlike flatmate, who has becoming very much more svelte over the past six months. Well done her. Damn it. Yes, yes, I have 'a great personality'. sigh. Well, yes, and ridiculously large knockers. Sorry, don't mean to be all 'I suck', and heaven knows one gets lots of attention, wanted or unwanted, from random ogling blokes over here just by being in possession of a uterus and sans higab, but still, my appearance is the thing I have the least confidence in. I accessorise madly to distract from it. Well, and 'cause accessorising is fun, yo. (I bought a gorgeous Hello Kitty bag from a kids' shop earlier in the week - shiny wipe-clean black plastic with a Hello Kitty design and a 3D Hello Kitty raised up on it, wearing pink. Lovely shape too - v. much the shape handbags are supposed to be in cartoons. I love it enormously. Think I'm going to go back and buy the primary-coloured Elmo bag too. [See. MUCH more fun than dwelling on one's flab.])

It's the tone of voice in these instances, that "I am so pissed that if you are not quiet right now, I may rip your arm off and beat you with it."

Oh yes. It's astonishing the level of violence one can cram into a voice and a glare. When I'm less pissed off I do actually threaten to stab them to death with a pencil, or pull off their heads and feed them to my cat, or some such thing. But when I'm genuinely pissed off, it's all about the tone of voice.

I just got back from a brilliant breakfast with the lovely Sparky and wonderful DH. I had some bacon and good company.

t envy

Whimper. In no way am I half a world away from most Buffistas in a Muslim country, where most all bacon is 'beef bacon'.

Hey, Bitches. I can't believe Fay thinks she is un-anything.(I'll have to remember this next time I think I'm hideous.)

Yeah, well. See above. I'm confident about being clever - painfully arrogant, actually. Being shaggable? Not so much. Although there's a weird doublethink thing where I manage to get along as if I felt confident in being attractive, but it takes very very little to pull the rug out from under my feet.

I spoke to J August Richards last night. Who wants to touch me?

Gah! Gah! Gah! I pretty much want to rub myself all over you. But hey, I'm only human.

You know, the problem is that she doesn't fucking care what I don't want to hear. Because every time she does this, she prefaces it with an "I know you'll just say, 'Unnngh'" or "I know you don't want to hear this, but." I can't escape it. At least the Ph.D. thing. The marriage thing she's just been slipping in every fucking chance she gets like it's some sort of funny joke.

Oh, bless you. Did you guys ever get Goodness Gracious Me? Because if you haven't seen it, you totally should, P-C. Very funny sketch show, with one hell of a good cast who've gone on to do masses of good stuff.

And meanwhile, in mememe news - you may recall I was rambling on about a friend having sort of set me up to meet one of his friends on the basis that he thought we were well suited and (continued...)

( continues...) blah blah blah and how I then sucked with the whole not-contacting him thing, even though I could totally email him and he didn't have my details? And how he asked his friend for my number, but then didn't call?

So, last night he texted me. I sort of pretty much have a kind of date type thing lined up for Thursday. To see Batman Beyond. Now this might just go the way of 'new platonic friend or acquaintance' type of thing, obviously, but still - go me! (This would definitely be one of those doublethink moments of feeling like not-a-troll. Maybe I'll try gluing the fucking rug to the floor this time.)

Er, this is him. If you're interested in the ongoing soap opera that is Fays of our Lives, or what have you. Um.

eta Huh. Bad linky skills, Fay. Look in Presenters. It's Tom I'm seeing on Thursday.

Yes, yes, I have 'a great personality'. sigh.

That's an odd way of spelling "hotter than hell, Lex Luthor, and the sun combined" there, Fay.

Hey there, lovely lady! Well, yes, sometimes my spelling sucks. You, however, very much do not, you ravishing creature. Apologies - just having a moment of insecurity. Have just looked in mirror at silk-wearing self and my reflection gave me a wolf whistle. Go me!

Woo hoo! You're a one woman Billy Idol song, at least if you gave that whistling reflection a little shimmy.

I need a drag king name for Babygirl, so that the next time someone assumes she's a boy I can make a bunch of shit up. Also, because she looks like a butch greaser in her white Onesie.

Lex? In keeping with the Luthor theme, plus not so much with the hair...

Ah, it is the woman who introduced me to Celebdex! Evil woman!

Did you guys ever get Goodness Gracious Me? Because if you haven't seen it, you totally should, P-C. Very funny sketch show, with one hell of a good cast who've gone on to do masses of good stuff.

No, we didn't. Dude, it's a sketch show with Indian people! And hey, Parminder Nagra! I've never seen it, never heard of it. Damn.