People aren't just to be used for ego-gratification. That's why people get dogs.

My dog worships me. Sure, he'd eat me in my sleep if I ran out of dog bones, but every "relationship" has limits.

my craxydum cow-orker is having a WINGDING about something that is honestly not a big deal. Slamming shit around and muttering angrily and stuff.

Ick. I hate that crap because all it accomplishes is making *everyone* uncomfortable. Blech. Big deal or not, totally unprofessional.

Poor sleep deprived Bitches. Naps for all Bitches!!

It's Friday. Yay! Only two more nights of housesitting and then I can go HOME. And I'm way too excited about this.

Out of sheer prophetic kitty-love, Mohammed took out a dagger, cut off the sleeve, left it there under the slumbering cat, and went out for the day in a one-sleeve jacket.

Gotta love a religion where the prophet loves kitties. Too bad their own asshats have wrecked things.

Maybe that's why people are suspicious of Islam. Cats were often considered to be of the devil in medieval times--along with baths, which were also popular among Muslims. "They're smart and they don't stink and they like cats! Stone them!"

Gotta love a religion where the prophet loves kitties.

There is a particular cat coloration where the cat is mostly white, but has a splotch of color on the back, near the shoulder blades - it's called the "thumbprint of Allah." It means that Allah has blessed that cat, and it's considered good luck.

Grumbles:

* I'm once again closer to the earth.
* Which means cramps, good god holy crap cramps.
* And I'm so bloated that my fingers are like sausages.
* I am not in bed with a heating pad and chocolate.

Yippees:

* It's Friday, and payday.
* My sore back has finally decided to loosen up, prolly b/c of the ibuprofen I took for the aforementioned cramps and judicious application of one of those ThermaCare heat patch thingies.
* Incompetent!Boss is off today. (Seriously, the office -- well, 3 or 4 people, which comprises about 50% of the people here today -- actually whooped and hollered for the sheer joy of it.)

I'm annoyed with my mom- I had asked her to contact a family person in the area to get together this Sunday, and left the number for her to do so, last week.

It's Friday, and she hasn't done this.

You know, I wonder where I got this insane martyr complex thinking I'm the only one who will get things done, or done right....?

This annoys me on so many levels that I can't express here, I'm really overly upset. Gah. Going for a walk.

I join my Sister Teppy in her proximity to the earth. Let's see, if the Curse of Eve is painful childbirth, the painful periods have to be the Curse of Adam. "Oh, Adam, darling, come here a moment and let's discuss who forgot to replace the soft leaves at the privy."

I left Annabel alone for a minute to go get the phone from the other room. I came back to find her sitting on the couch, paging through Self-Editing for Fiction Writers with a look of utter concentration.

This is just about completely the cutest thing ever, ever, EVAR.

Thing is, her grandfather would have done the same thing. Left him alone in a room full of books, come back a minute later and he's reading a romance novel. With look of utter concentration.

She is her grandfather's granddaughter.

I'm a little weirded out because I was closer to the earth during my weekend from hell this past weekend, but only for a day. My current theory is that the earth was all "dude, if you're going to be in that kind of a mood, go be close to the moon or something. Leave me out of it."

I join my Sister Teppy in her proximity to the earth.

I sure hope I will soon. This stupid pms has me way too easily annoyed for someone who has to share her vicinity with other humans.

Good morning!

Librarian career romance novels:

Since she had decided to take the job as library assistant at the college’s huge old main library, Katie had met and made many lifetime girl friends, had acquired an apartment with color TV and a tiny balcony, bought and paid for a used red Porsche, and had been in and out of love—all within the brief space of seven months.

I've been a librarian for 10 years... where's my Porsche?