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Poor kitty

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glares at Perkins.

Stop that!

Hey, did you know that the actress who played Kennedy cut her hair and is dating a chick?

Dude. That's HOT! I also had no idea she was only two years younger than me. Huh.

he tried for the part of Carmen, Shane's S3 love interest. She's pretty adorable and snarky about not getting it and various things related to the role.

OK, but Carmen? SMOKIN'. Not even my type, but IJS. I'd do her before Shane (because really, with Shane, wouldn't you be afraid all those bony ribs would hurt someone?)

How about a nipple piercing? I remember a friend at Uni had his nipples pierced, and was very enthusiastic about it. Although I can see it would be problematic wrt snaggage on clothes. (It was the only other piercing I found myself considering quite hard for a while.)

Heh. I have been vaguely considering. Though it would cut down on my ability to go braless (or at least, increase my embarassment in doing so)

I'm really going to fucking miss her.

Awww. Will she still be in Egypt next year? (EDIT: Er, Fay's roommate, that is)

poor litle kitty

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I made this friday more like my usual friday for Matt. poor baby, he had to take a nap. but we had a really good dinner ( we made Pho) with too much of a wine that every one I know that keeps it around the house srinks waaay too much of ( yellow tail , shiraz. very, very, drinkable) And while eating we watched Jeeves and wooster ( which is followed by Posh Nosh). and then I tortured him by makeing him watch local elemetry school bands. - he was facinated at the polycords while winceing at the same time.

This took me forever to type.

Even with a bra, my nipple ring showed through a lot of clothing. I eventually stopped caring, but I do think it was visible.

DH is trying to correct my spelling, but he hass the hiccups

Even with a bra, my nipple ring showed through a lot of clothing. I eventually stopped caring, but I do think it was visible.

Yeah, and I suspect I would stop caring, and the current me is already pre-emptively embarassed by the future me. :) But especially since I feel like one of the few perks of perky A-cups is lack of necessity when it comes to bras? Well. On the other hand, I hear they can be fun, nipple piercings...

In other random news, I just got an email from a girl I was hitting on last weekend. Which wouldn't be so weird if it weren't for the fact that I was hitting on her in North Carolina. THIS WORLD IS TOO SMALL. (OK, i'm actually flattered and pleased, and it didn't take stalkeresque moves to get my email, but...still!)

I hear they can be fun, nipple piercings...

Everything else aside, the healing process is quite...interesting.

Awww. Will she still be in Egypt next year? (EDIT: Er, Fay's roommate, that is)

Nope - she's heading back to Blighty. She's there right now and I hope she's finding IFG - she doesn't actually have any interviews lined up yet, which is a worry, but she's going to join a couple of recruitment agencies and go and take her CV (and powerpoint presentation burned onto a CD) into as many schools as possible, and hope and pray that it works out. Actually, I may go and do the Buffista equivalent of lighting a candle for her - I've told her about -ma, and about many other Buffista-ish things.

I was just reflecting on how she's changed over the past 3 years, and wondering how I've changed myself - since hanging out with me she's started dressing far more like a girl, shifting both her range of colours and the range of styles, and she's got a number of shiny handbags...(which isn't to say that she always does the girly thing, just that her range of styles and colours she feels comfortable with has broadened quite a lot) and she's watched most all of BtVS, and owns Once More With Feeling, and knows all the songs (we invariably sing along as we watch it, and duet on the Giles/Tara one, and the Xander/Anya one), and she's watched most of Angel, and got hooked on Firefly (we have 2 sets of the DVDs - 3 if you count the black and white pirated copies that I initially had, and sucked her in with) and she's seen Serenity, and we've discovered BSG and Farscape and Alias and Carnivale and Lost and Desperate Housewives together...and when we first met, she was bemused by the fact that I'd take along 3 or 4 books if we were going away for a weekend on holiday, but right now she's reading more than I am! She's all bookworm-y! And, okay, she still doesn't like spicy food (and that includes things that have any black pepper in them), but since I love spicy food, I tend to act as her Official Royal Taster and check out stuff before she eats it. So that works out okay.

I'm sure that I've picked up things from her, but I don't know what they are yet. Hmm. But I'm definitely due a whole army of toasters for my conversion of the flatmate on a number of fronts.

We both like Sci Fi and Jane Austen, and we make each other laugh, and we both randomly burst into song (often from musicals) and harmonise as we're wandering down the street/sitting in a taxi/whatever. And we have simlar levels of mess tolerance. And she does make me insane sometimes, but that's the whole living-with-another-human thing, and it's not very often. And we both like painting, and amateur dramatics, and karaoke, and all that jazz. Um. It occurs to me that I may never have a relationship as good as this again, and that's pretty depressing, since we aren't actually dating. But there are so many things that I take for granted now, and we're so very much on the same wavelength ... for example, she texted our friend N from the taxi to the airport, to say that the taxi driver had taught her the Arabic for 'I live here' is 'Ana aisha henna', and when N relayed this to us I was all 'So it's not 'Ana Sakkni henna?'' and N said that that was another way of saying it, and after a pause I said 'Ana aisha henna' sounds like 'I bread here' - isn't 'aish' bread?' And then as N was trying to explain the distinction, flatmate texted her with the exact same question. It's SCARY how much we think alike, and indeed say the same thing simultaneously at times.

The last guy who asked her out (who I totally would have gone out with, as he's cute and Irish and did I mention the cute? And he totally digs her) actually asked my permission, and seemed decidedly uncertain about whether to believe me when I reassured him that honestly, she really wasn't my girlfriend. Even though he never ever saw us apart. Ever. (She didn't go out with him, incidentally - apparently she felt he wasn't big and strapping enough - more John Sheppard than Ronon Dex.)

...actually, it feels more and more like I'm living in a slash story, as I think about it. Except for the part where she is straight, and I don't actually have a crush on her. (This situation would just be excruciating if I had a crush on her.) But you know, if she weren't straight, and were interested, I'd totally date her. 'Cause apart from the sex, everything else is great. And she's cute, and if I have a type, as such, she would be it (curvy brunette).

So, to recap: really going to miss her. Damn it.

I skimmed. I'm in New York. You can all be jealous of me.