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.

Completely off-topic from the last few posts.....

Suzi, I see your username and automatically lengthen it out to Suzi Quatro, which then leads to Leather Tuscadero, which segues into the Fonz and his trademark "Heeeeyyyyyyy!" running on a constant loop in my head.

Yes, my brain is strange, and my thought processes make no sense, even to me.

Of course you could say the same of "orgasm" or "masturbation" I suppose...well, you probably have too much to do, but somebody could.

Isn't that the song from Hair?

Sodomy
Fellatio
Cunnilingus
Pederasty
Father, why do these words sound so nasty?

When I saw the movie of Hair at age 13, I was a bit confused by some of those terms, but couldn't ask my dad (who took my sister and me to the show) to explain them, 'cause...ew!

Maria - Heeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyy!

Don't have to hesitate, Hecubus...it's good not to lose touch with one's roots...the ones without follicles.