I'm not sure drunk-dialing your mother is such a hot idea either.

In college, I used to drunk-dial my mom all the time. Of course, at the time, she was generally inebriated as well, so it all worked out. Ah, my family. We put the "fun" in "dysfunction."

That would be a prize! No, less cute physicist, more shaky, but self-righteous twelve-steppers. I think yours would be more fun than morose threats of suicide, in any event.

My brother drunk IM'ed my sister's boyfriend, pretending to be her.

I left the shade on my front window open today, and when I came home, the cats were sitting on either side of the window, watching for me.

It was very cute, and then I tormented them by standing outside and tapping on the glass.

I just found out I made the semifinals of what's reputed to be one of the tougher and more prestigious romance writing contests out there!

Yay Susan!!

I have an appointment with the doctor, and unless he's a Scientologist I suspect I'll end up on something to treat depression

Yay for looking for help, Raquel. May you receive plenty of it!

my ob/gyn here refuses to prescribe any oral contra during BF!

Whoah. I had no idea that was a thing--ew!

there are reasons why people here (especially working class people) do mad-seeming things, and that these reasons can be more complex than 'they're stupid, we're so much more sensible'

Hmm. i'm thinking about crazy working-class british guys, and the drunken pubbing and the watching of footie, and...yeah, where is he coming from exactly?

And I think if he could just relax more - huh. But you shouldn't look at people like that, should you? 'If I could change this thing about you' type of thing.

Well, yes and no--some people are (shockingly!) unrelaxed on first or second dates...;)

But I think that I should get on with a potential lover at least as well as I get on with my flatmate, shouldn't I?

Yes, but sex is also big.

BTW, Fay, I had this crazy dream last night that you, your flatmate, and K, came to visit me in DC. Though in the dream it was this odd crazy bizarro DC. And I kept trying to get K to sing/do his dance for "Long Way to Tiperarry". Hee.

Still, it's probably more accurate than earlier studies done on frogs."

C'mon, babies are JUST LIKE frogs!

Somebody stop me, before I write AU RPF about myself

Ooh, tell a story!!

I'm distracting myself from all of this by looking at Nightmare Before Christmas collectibles on eBay, sorted by most expensive first.

Jilli, did you ever get my email about the big doll my friend had?

Imagines an Erin/Fay/Kristin puppy pile of post-righteous indignation cuddles

Ooh, I'm in the happy place with Plei! Mmm.

I will not call that other him, either

Hee. I'm amused that you can write that sentence.

Heh. meara's post just reminded me that, although it's been a long time since I've drunk-dialed, I *did* call various Buffistas from the hospital when I was looped out of my gourd on morphine. I'm told I was amusing.

(meara's post reminded me b/c I think maybe she was one of the Buffistas I called. [Sorry that my memory is fuzzy, but look -- it was MORPHINE. I'm lucky I remember even being in the hospital!])

Perkins, the cats are gonna sit one on either side of your pillow, and take turns poking you in the night.

I know this because mine do this to me.

I am typing in my fancy new riding gloves. I have yet to unpack the old ones, and they were falling apart anyway. I rode to work this morning without gloves, which made me feel naked. House manager piled me and my bike in her minivan to take me from the office to the actual group home. I got lost on the way home. Dan and I got lost a whole lot driving back there this evening to make sure I knew how to get there tomorrow.

I like my gloves. I do not like my sense of direction. Or lack thereof.

Pardon me, Daniel wasn't lost. I knew right where he was the whole time.

Susan, fabulous. How did I miss that?

I left the shade on my front window open today, and when I came home, the cats were sitting on either side of the window, watching for me.

When I had Lucy outside Deena's house, the neighbor cats sat in the window and glared for about fifteen minutes straight. I don't think they even blinked.

Pardon me, Daniel wasn't lost. I knew right where he was the whole time.

Grumble. Can't be lost when you haven't been someplace.

Okay, I shouldn't have left the map on the kitchen counter, but I knew where I was. Just...not where the street where the group home was located.