It's Friday. I have two days before I start my Going To Bed At A Reasonable Hour campaign. Now I have Justin Timberlake singing to me about when he was my man.
Natter 42, the Universe, and Everything
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, flaming otters, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Cass, are you really moving?!?!
I have DVDs for you. My goal it to mail them before I leave.
Justin was your man? NICE.
I'm a little avoidy! Can you tell?
Justin was your man? NICE.
Hey, that's what he said! Now he's telling me that my love is still on his brain.
I'd rather my love was on a different part of his anatomy. Who am I kidding, I'm much too old for him.
OK, now I feel better.I do too. It's just fun to know scandalous things and it's guilt-free when it is people I don't know. Like sugar-free ice cream.
Kat, yeah, I am going to be moving to Portland. It's all excitey! I haven't found a place yet so I haven't set a date either.
And I am massively PO avoidy too so I have nothing bad to say about that. Anyway, I finally did mail something to ita and the damn Post Office lost it. So no worries.
Who am I kidding, I'm much too old for him.
I'm not! Of course, I still think he's too young for me, but whatev. It's not like I'm ever going to know him in real life.
How old is he, anyway? I think of him as being perpetually 21, but he's got to be older than that by now.
Anyway, I finally did mail something to ita and the damn Post Office lost it. So no worries.
Ditto me and a package to perkins. Silly Post office.
I really liked Portland, FWIW. It's gorgeous, I like the people. The yummy cajun place beneath the bridge? Also yummy. It also has my favorite hotel ever: Kennedy School. My brother lived there for a while.