Great news, vw! Laura, I'm glad the surgery went well.

Office lunch thieves are the scum of the earth. May your thief be covered with pustules the size of a Volkswagen Beetle and may they suffer such horrible itching that they are constantly scratching and bursting them.

Hours still very turned around. I didn't sleep well last night either. When I woke up I almost walked around the house naked for a while but I decided on the off chance that a construction dude would come by that I'd put on a robe. Good thing because the landscaper came by. So I was at the front door talking to him (he wouldn't enter the house without his dog coming with him and I didn't want a dog in the house) in a purple terry cloth robe and polar fleece booties. Glamor am me.

Nationwide Insurance is selling identity theft insurance at a reasonable rate. I think we're going to buy some. I hope they do the crap work involving contacting the creditors.

I definitely wish an appropriate punishment on ChiKat's nemesis. Hopefully she'll remain stubborn and stupid enough to go through trial and get her ass handed to her. ChiKat, is there any way you can let the prosecution add the continued fallout to the damages? I think the amount of shit you're having to go through fixing your credit record should definitely be considered by judge and jury in coming up with a sentence.

It's like bucolic, that way.

You can always use "pastoral."

THE FOLLOWING LINK IS NOT WORK SAFE, OBVIOUSLY

I hesitate to bring up porn (and truly this is a sign of how much this thread has changed over the years), but I would be remiss if I did not point out Andrew Blake's Pin Ups 2 features Dita in a lot of fabulous costumes and mostly wicca on wicca action. Also a very nice Betty Page bit. And the one with the black strap-on. Also the bizarre high heel shoe-dildo Mmmmm. Anyway! It's very stylish and pretty too. Plus great costumes. That's why you should watch. The vintage corsets and seamed stockings.

I think part of her sentence should be having to fix the mess she left. Having to call companies up and say "Hi. I'm Felony Chick. I (gamble, have a glue problem, whatever) and I can't stay out of other people's things. So I have to be on hold and admit I'm not ChiKat." It could take her *forever*

I adore this. The most frustrating part of all this is navigating voice mail hell in order to get a Real Live Person to speak with. I'd love it if she had to do it.

ChiKat, is there any way you can let the prosecution add the continued fallout to the damages?

I do know that all the creditors I've been talking to have said that they would be contacting the Chicago Police to add their complaint to my case. So, the longer we go with this, the more shit they have against her as the complaints come rolling in.

I'm tired of them passing the ball from Santa Ana to Denver and back again.

Aimee - feel free to e me if you wish. I can pin point some folks if needed. I haven't been here 15 years for nuttin.

Thanks, Suze, but I think I finally got it straightened out.

I appreciate the offer.

I want to ditch work, go to Santa Monica and read my Dean Koontz novel on the beach.

I just might.

Freaking therapist cancelled AGAIN. Now I won't see her until 5/11, unless I want a 9am appointment. Bah.

Okey dokey, then. Just remember, I KNOW people and some of them owe me favors.

H'rm. An office computer in Pediatrics is possibly the worst place possible from which to access an explicitly porny pin-up site (well, maybe second, after the front receptionist's desk at the Vatican), and strap-ons, dildos, etc. squick me something awful, but the Dita-in-costume part sound so tempting.

In Las Vegas, Gambler!Phil's Jennifer was getting all swoony over Dita and her beauty and incredible sense of style and how all the gossip is that she's one of the nicest, pleasantest people on the planet to work with. And then, just a day or so later, I ran across a magazine with a huge spread about her wedding day. She had four or five costume changes (with a flock of assistants fluttering around her), with brocade corsets and a classically bridal tiny-waisted creampuff of a dress with crinolined skirts for miles and a gorgeous strapless purple bustle dress and then a shot of her on the front lawn of wherever the wedding was being held, in a heartstoppingly beautiful, very prim and modest vintage tweed suit with a teeny tiny top hat approximately the size of a thimble decorated with 5-foot-long pheasant feathers. Such unbelievable vintage couture porn. I think I have a little bit of a sartorial girlcrush on her right now.

I think I have a little bit of a sartorial girlcrush on her right now.

You and me both. Which is why I bought the her new costume book.