((Lilty)) not lame.

I just found out what hurts more than a paper cut. CD cut. When I grabbed a disk to reburn the job that I had to fix. It's like Hec is directing my life this hour with his salt wounding.

Dan, you're starting to hit my spam filters.

Feh. I was bored. It was quiet here. Go-Se happens. heh

Cass, I didn't even know cd cuts existed!! Ow!!

Hee. I'm glad you knew I was just busting 'em on you, Dan. Afterwards, I was worried, but it seems I get in more trouble when I over-explain...which I'm doing now, so I'll jus stop.

Oh, if there is a way to injure yourself on something, a Buffista will find it. And then post about it. It is our way.

I don't actually know how it happened. I spun around to grab a cd off of the spindle, the cd launched a little too eagerly and then in the franticness of catching it, my knuckle was scrape-y hurt and got a little slash of crimson on it.

Oh, dear.

Hope the drunken!email is eaten by spambots, or something. And, hey, I feel your pain. I have done the declaration of love by letter thing to someone who didn't love me, and (at about the same time) been recipient of such a letter from someone I wasn't in love with. And actually, much as I was mortified about the former, I was just totally flattered and touched by the latter.

Er. Which likely has no bearing, and is very mememe, but - this too shall pass, is what I guess I mean.

Meanwhile, check out the Ugly Cake from the Hello Kitty dress site. (do be sure to read the story and then click the wee pic)

It's like Hec is directing my life this hour with his salt wounding.

The good news is, my hour is up. The bad news is, that ita will be directing the next hour of your life.

Duck! Parry! Feint!

Cass, if you need a little TLC around 9 or 10, I can take over. It'll probably involve some Guinness and Modest Mouse on the jukebox.

Aw, poor cat-loving Lilty. Who is not lame.

I just got really a rather cool bit of email -- yonks ago I'd signed up with theknot.com, and never actually un-signed-up; usually I ignore their irritatingly cheery little "Happy 8-Month-17-Day-Iversary!" emails, but today they sent me an actually cool one. They're starting a woman-run matchmaking site, the catch being that you can't be listed unless someone else recommends you. So they're asking present and past members to nominate their brothers, great-guy-wrong-timing exes, and platonic I-can't-love-him-but-somebody-damn-well-should male friends (with the guys' permission), to assemble a database of men whose availability, intelligence and sanity are vouched for by people who actually know and love them.

I can think of three non-Buffista male friends I'd nominate in a millisecond, and Lord knows there are any number of godlike but inexplicably single Buffista men about. Gotta think about this. (And if any male Bitch wants me to nominate him, say so.)

If it is an international deal, I nominate billytea to nominate himself, for Jaqueline to nominate him.