Kat-- cake!!!!!!!!!!! You are the Best!!!!1!!!!

I am being taken out to TWO meals tomorrow, due to having generous and fabulous friends. Is there any chance we could hang out (with cake!!!!!) on Sunday? I'll be able to eat more and it allows me to spread my birthday out over the whole weekend, and, you know, increasing Robin Birthday Celebration Time is one of my main goals in life. If not, I can certainly make time to hang out with you and eat cake!!!! but maybe not as much time (or cake!!!!).

That's really sad to me. It makes me wonder what's wrong with our society in this area, that people need this, or can be convinced they do. Humans do require touch. It's been shown to be both mentally and physically beneficial. It's sad people have to pay to get it from strangers.

A Bank apologizes for sending a customer an insulting credit card:

This is like the time that a friend got into my college's alumni database and changed my name to Dumbshit J. Dumbshit. I started getting letters with the salutation 'Dear Dumbshit.' It made their pleas for money pretty comical: 'In these challenging times for higher education, we rely on people like you, Dumbshit, more than ever before.'

I can dissociate sex from emotion (hi ma), but not cuddling. I just can't. So no strangers, unless it's the beginning of something bigger.

Those cuddle parties freak me out so much. Please to be not touching me. I actually shuddered last time I went to get my hair cut. Slightly embarrassing.

Robin, why don't we take you out for brunch and then cake on Sunday?

Jars, you've got me shuddering. Not because I'm bothered having my hair cut (in fact, I really miss having my hair washed), but because you reminded me of a krav instructor using me in a demonstration where he said "Get really close to your partner. This close. Breathing on the back of their neck close."

And then he did.

It's been a week. I'd never have guessed how much closer (and through my invisible walls) he got just by exhaling wetly. It still makes me shiver.

ita, I hope you kicked his ass. That is so freaking creepy. Ew.

Sure, Kat, although just cake!!! would be fine with me too. Did I mention I kinda like cake?

I didn't have a hope in hell of kicking this guy's ass. He's a great guy, lot's of fun, we've hung out outside of the centre. And he was perfectly evenhanded in offering me the opportunity to breathe on his neck in return.

The funniest part is that you have to see this without the slightest bit of sexual overtones. He's just like that.

But oh, my neck feels weird just thinking about it.