Aimee's suggestion is the closest to something I'd wear more than once--but too short to be properly practical. I still kinda want it, though.

I want this so bad it hurts. Oh, wait, that's the migraine. Still, not having the jacket isn't helping. I kinda want this in white too, except (here are more semantic lines in my head) it's too similar in cut to one I already have.

I have 4 leather jackets and two leather coats. I really shouldn't be on that site.

msbelle, I liked that one too. And the Kenneth Cole lamb blazer too.

For the record, "Almost Thirty Years" is the hottest Alias episode ever. SpyDaddy shoots the CIA mole for exposing his sister, Vaughn tracks Sydney down in the LA train station while she's running off book, Dixon begins to suspect, Sloane tells Emily the truth, and, best of all...ONE IN FIVE, BITCH. ONE IN FIVE.

Oh, and Sark's in it too.

eta: Wait, no...it's "One in five, you little bitch. ONE IN FIVE. ONE IN FIVE."

I think I've developed a block against getting my apartment clean. Oh well.

Is there chocolate in the block?

Sadly, no.

Maybe that's the problem.

This, from erinaceous of course, totally made me laugh:

Maggie Gyllenhaal was definitely channeling Slave-Girl Leia. And not in the good way, if there is in fact any good way to do that. (And if there is a good way to do that, please don't tell me. Tell Maggie. Not that it will do her any good NOW, but maybe she'll pass the message along in case Chloe Sevigny gets any ideas.)

I liked the belted jacket, Jesse.

I made total comfort food tonight. Hard to describe, other than it's what my mom used to call goulash (except it has nothing in common with Hungarian goulash). It's more like mac and beef. Pasta, ground beef & tomato sauce. Mom used to put kidney beans in as well.

I am an engineer/Respect mah mind" rap, I keep envisioning you doing a version of it.

Hee. Well, my first thought was that my dear engineer dad would have been be so amused, then the second thought I envisioned Lori doing da rap. Forgive me, both of you.

Sheesh. Why is it that when you know you have to get up early the brain says perfect time for insomnia? This is one time when being so very far behind in Natter is a good thing. I am reading the threadsuck and am still on Monday. Y'all are good reading.

Also, the wine did not help the insomnia, but it did help with the fun of reading the threadsuck.

I vote for more chocolate. In fact, dinner will be a fig chocolate. Keep your judging to yourself.

Goulash. Just sounds great. One of those foods I wanted to taste based on the sound of the word. I think I maade it once.

However, I have no ingredients.

Ergo, fig.

And my power cord connector is being lame.

In fact, dinner will be a fig chocolate

I feel like an enabler, and not in a good way.

Goulash was a frequent meal in my youth. I've never made it myself. I don't think I shall either.

Figs and chocolate are another matter altogether. Both are lovely. At the moment chocolate martini seems most appropriate. Not an option though. Sad now.