Fire pretty. Fire very pretty.
I mean, my sister is happy and I should be much happier for her. I just think the timing is really bad. And, because I am a nosy thing, it turns out that - while I knew she'd been trying to get pregnant since just before she got married - her telling me that she'd gone back on birth control when my BiL was having his little alcoholism issue was kinda not true because she never did.
Oh well.
I am sure I will love and adore this child and shake my head at it's parents, just like I already do...
eta:
Cass, what? Was there a star in the East?
No, that's just her theory. In reality, there was a sperm and egg interaction from a lot of unprotected sex. It's not god's will if you are just rampantly boffing like bunnies without contraception, it is biology.
yes, wrod.
Best of luck all the same, though she'd best not name the child Destiny like my neighbor, cause ick.
Trudy, it's late where you are. You should be asleep!
meara
Or Sunday. Good racing starts on Sunday so my calm will have high-tailed it to Mexico in search of quality bargin pharmacuticals.
TOO LATE FOR THAT, MISSY!!!!!
If it were up to
me
...
Oh dear. Just got to your sister. Oh my.
Well, God worked in a mysterious way with
me
today. I went outside and there was a stiff breeze and I was, as if by magic, covered with tiny little bumps. THEN I put on a jacket and they went away.
Next thing you know Jesus will show up in my drywall
Went to the theatre and out with friends, ChiKat. It was a good night.
How you, sweetiepie?
FEBRUARY 17--This country, as you know, is filled with the deranged. And then there's Travis Frey, a 33-year-old Iowa man who is facing charges that he tried to kidnap his own wife (not to mention a separate child pornography rap). Frey, prosecutors contend, apparently is a rather demanding guy. In fact, he actually drew up a bizarre four-page marriage document--a "Contract of Wifely Expectations"--that sought to establish guidelines for his spouse in terms of hygiene, clothing, and sexual activities.
I, um... Wow. I think I feel ill. Actually nauseous.
This is an automatic meara, as Fay is now Ded From The Tickybox Cuteness:
A boy who likes me. A very, very cute and endearing boy that is ridiculously charming and will likely be impossible to say no to.
Good lord! Bless the boy! (SA, there is a girl who looks
very very like you indeed
on some show called
Ed
that I saw last week. Strikingly like you. Not quite as cute, but still, very like. With the short hair and all.)
Aww. It's a new trend! Significant others are in this spring!
Not scarves? I thought it would be scarves. Damn. Now I have to go shopping.
See
I
thought it was going to be bags. Damn it. Ain't no carrots anywhere on MY horizon, baby. And Thailand? The only carrots there are in show business or stir fry, I'm thinking.
So last night at the Lesbian Speed Dating, I seriously was tempted to go hit on this woman just cause she looked like a taller, black-haired, Fay. But she wasn't quite as cute, and I'm sure the she didn't have the Second Cutest Accent Evah (I decided Fay's coworker K has the Cutest).
Meep!
(And, yes, K
does
have a fantastic accent. I keep telling him he needs to go and be Fabulous in San Francisco/other Fabulous-friendly part of the States for a bit - he's not sure what he wants to do next year, and is not mad keen on the teaching malarky. And he's a fabulous song'n'dance man. Bless.)
You get on there with your bad-ass sneaky self, miss Sparky. You so bad! We can easily jam their switchboard for a whole afternoon before we get bored with the vengeance
WORD.
Aww. I guess I've lost out to the Freemasons for Cass' attention. They shall join Farsi, Egyptian President Hosni Mubarak, and the Girl Scouts of America on my list of nemeses! I can see this conversation in my future:
Me: "Sorry babe, I can't talk now. I have to plot revenge against my nemeses!"
Wallybee: "...Did you just call me babe? Have you been drinking?"
....this is quite the impressive list of nemeses. Huh. Colour me impressed.
I would be so much more inclined to watch Lost if it featured people getting kidnapped by the Otters.
My flatmate and I had an elaborate theory about how all the weird shit on
Lost
was down to badgers. We were sure that the hatch led to the badgers' sooper seekrit layer, and that the Id-Monster thing that makes the trees jump around was an invisible Badgzilla kind of deal.
See, that's how I feel about my clothes. It makes for a very messy room though.
Meara is me!
My flatmate and I had an elaborate theory about how all the weird shit on Lost was down to badgers. We were sure that the hatch led to the badgers' sooper seekrit layer, and that the Id-Monster thing that makes the trees jump around was an invisible Badgzilla kind of deal.
I like this. I would totally watch a sinister badger conspiracy show.
Stupid clock going forward. You wake up at ten on a sunday and think youre being very productive, and then your flatmate informs you it's actually eleven, which is considerably less productive.
Also, so much scandal in my life over the weekend. My aunt and uncle are splitting up, because he's apparently been having an affair with a woman on the internet for months. And the girlfriend of a guy I went to school with gave birth on his bathroom floor during the week because she didn't know she was pregnant. Which has made me ridiculously paranoid. I keep looking down and poking my belly to make sure when I think about it.
