I think that is usually true.

I'm cold.

Why is my pizza not here yet, dammit?

Because it takes so long to get there from the east coast? Or possibly Chicago?

I wuz gonna say something, after talking to best friend for hours....

Oh, I'm with Plei. And tshirts are acceptable if the boobs are such they hide the rest. Not pretty, but acceptable. Man, I should avoid invites to drink and talk via phone. Typing was HARD.

I'd also like to note NO ONE CARED ABOUT MY MOUSE TRAUMA AND OPERATIC PERFORMANCE. Ahem.

AIIIIEEEEEEEE.

There's a Salon article about the Whitehouse press corps, where Krav Maga gets mentioned:

It seemed somehow related to the Roberts nomination that there was an extra helping of snappy young Republicans humming around the White House on the 20th -- prematurely wide and matronly young women with obsolete cheerleader features dressed like Lady Bird Johnson, with tightly twisted hair and $2,000 handbags, and 20-something guys with that roundheaded military eunuch look: plastic wraparound sunglasses and boxy, off-the-rack navy-blue suits with the periwinkle-blue shirts that have become the uniform of the GOP Youth. The guys have a restless, jacked-up machismo that probably comes of venting the frustrations of abstinence in Krav Maga class, and a thumping sense of the authority and entitlement that comes with belonging to the winning team, which they call "The Party." Superclean motherfuckers -- an abrasive, stinging kind of clean, like they all just got shaken out of an icy tumbler full of Pine Sol, pumice and the New Testament.

[link] (page 4)

I cared, sara. I shuddered in sympathy and then couldn't talk about it because it was too icky.

Me too. Also, I thanked my lucky stars that Bastet hasn't come across any mice (or at least not felt like making presents of them).

("Mouses." I ask you!)

Drunken meara:

Our cat Mitzi used to bring in mice. I don't think it was to impress anyone so much as to save some for later.

and someone better tie Cass to the couch

But I am booooooooooooored

Ok, I promise if someone ties me to the couch I won't complain of boredom. IJS.

I was all excited recently when I met a guy who used to work on What Not To Wear, and I said I wanted to go on it, and he looked me up and down and said I'd never get on. Some of those people are just tragic.

Whether I'd get on or not, I've actuallly learned a lot from that show. The BBC one, I can't stand the US people.

I'm still cursing never having had a teen girl body. You'd think, what with people who were born when I entered my teens now on the cusp of leaving theirs, that I'd be over it by now, but I have a flash of resentment every time I walk through juniors.

Oh hell yeah.

I know it's a whole different issue since I'm a man, but encroaching flab made me give up T-shirts except for special geekish occasions (and even then only under an undone button shirt)

Ah, the bellly roll.

Speaking of, Gap "curvy" fit: I recommend it. Solved my jeans problem handily for only $40. (My jeans problem being a seven inch waist/hip differential). I imagine thei>r "straight" fit is also a lifesaver.

Oh yeah. As someone with more or less no hip/waist differential, I was stunned to see the new straight fit. I haven't made it in to try them, but it's on my list this weekend.

I'm waiting for a flat fit. Designed for people with no ass.

At this point I'm grateful if any clothes fit at all. Nutty just went shopping with me, and she can testify as to how hard I am to fit properly.