Ailleann, sorry you missed my email! We did go to see Lifehouse--although it was tough going. DH was late getting home and I nearly didn't go. Lots of pains in the ass goings on--including the fact that the only scalper on the street sold his last ticket to the guy in front of us so we had to pay box office price.

They played so much stuff from their first CD. Jason Wade is MIIIIIINE.

I think a key component of the List is (or ought to be) that the persons on it are totally improbable.

I live in the Midwest, not LA or NYC, so no running into random celebs while picking up broccoli and toilet paper.

And I am also single, so my list could conceiveably contain infinities.

Well, if George Clooney starts coming to Little League games, I'll take him off the list.

Somewhere, Billy Ocean is singing Get Outta My List, Get Into My Car (beep beep, yeah)

So, anyway, F, C, M: leg, nose, teeth.

(Tho' recently I had an odd dream where Pete informed me he was running away for the weekend with Cathrine Zeta Jones, but he wanted to make sure I wouldn't be upset, so he got me the lead singer for My Chemical Romance as a present, and I didn't mind, did I? My brain is a very strange place to be sometimes.)

Were you cool with this in the dream, Jilli? I think even in my dreams, I'd be saying, "Nope, I get to keep you and have my list person, and CZJ gets nobody."

So, anyway, F, C, M: leg, nose, teeth.

I can't believe I was 2/3 of the way through actually working this out and justifying my choices before I realized how utterly fucking insane it was. Now I've lost 93 seconds of my life I'll never get back, and I'm all distressed and disturbed. Stoopid creepy antipodean actuaries.

So, anyway, F, C, M: leg, nose, teeth.

F leg, M nose, C teeth.

I killed the thread? Fine, me and the leg are going to have some "alone time."

I'm gonna pretend we didn't just have that conversation.

So, I've pretty much been cleaning all day, and I'm feeling very discouraged. I think my landlord really isn't going to be happy about the state of our apartment (especially the "storage area" in my room), but I just don't know what else to do with all this stuff. Ugh.

Bah. I hope you don't get any grief for it, vw. I hate that showing the place while you're living there thing.

Goodness gracious, lad, don't take cooking lessons from Sean of all people

Hee. My mother, god love her, is All About the Bargains. Be they clothing or food or coupons or garage sales or what. So she used to go to the Hostess Outlet, sometimes, and get the expired bread/rolls/whatever. If we were lucky, she might buy a danish or doughnuts. One morning in high school, she'd bought mini powdered doughnuts, and handed me a baggie with some, as I ran for the bus (6:40 in the morning, I was never more than vaguely coherent, and often skipped breakfast). I sat on the bus, in the dark, eating them, thinking "huh, these are very interestingly flavored doughnuts". Then got to school, in the light, and realized it was the added flavor of MOLD.

I have a friend who had a List like this with her GF, who also had a list. Friend ended up in close contact to someone on her List. Cheating, ugly breakup, and 5 years later, friend is still with the person on her List

OMG, that's so crazy! And yet, so lesbian (see "list should be inaccessible people", because the lesbian world being so small...even the celebrities sometimes aren't that many degrees of separation)

Jury duty? Continues to suck. We deliberated ALL DAY, and we are not done.