vw, you don't have any friends that need a place to stay for a couple of weeks, do you? Or, perhaps a friend who might like to get away from his or her roommate for a bit? There have been times when I would have gladly paid to cover phone and internet to have a place by myself for a while.

You know, you could mention to the landlords that since you're going to be paying for the extra two weeks you've offered the place to the local mission or homeless shelter for overflow for that time... but to still talk to you to schedule the 24 hr. notice.

Nail holes in a pattern.

That, when looked at closely, spell E-F-F-U.

Yay for the feline returnage.

Making coffee at home is HARD. Evden when you make the coffee okay, there's still the possibility of that awful moment when you realize you have no cream or milk substance in the house.

vw, I growl at your landlord. When I left San Diego, I waited to tell my landlord that I was out until the day I stopped paying rent. Then explained that I would mail her the key because I had already moved. But then she never tried to go in without permission either, so that's apples and tomatoes.

P-C, if you do another run-by, when do you hit my fair city this weekend?

I'll be free Sunday. Kristin seems to be planning a lunch at noonish somewhere in North Hollywood. All LAistas welcome! Unless you hate me.

Aw. I'm out of town this weekend.

Aw, boo-urns.

Post-workout discovery: a glass of lemon-lime seltzer water (no sugar OR artificial sweetener) plus a sploosh of blue gatorade tastes like a margarita.

Okay, a BAD margarita. But still a margarita.

Also, it's too fucking hot to work out, even inside an air-conditioned gym. Jesus. It's 7:15 p.m. and it's still 90 here.

I think I require ice cream.

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Aw, boo-urns.

"Smithers, are they booing me?"

Teppy really REALLY needs a margarita.

P-C, if you do another run-by, when do you hit my fair city this weekend?

I'll be free Sunday. Kristin seems to be planning a lunch at noonish somewhere in North Hollywood. All LAistas welcome!

No Silly, my fair city is San Diego. I don't know how busy you're planning to be at the Con (or how busy I'm going to be at the Con, for that matter) but I thought I'd ask in case you wanna wave Hi (or grab lunch or sommat).

Oh, well, my Comic-Con schedule is here. So...that's how you can find me. I don't think I even have time to grab lunch. Or dinner.

I'm going to Comic-Con tomorrow through Sunday! So friggin' excited!!! Too busy to hook up with anybody, though. GF has us booked solid every single day. Woot! BSG (complete with Lucy Lawless) Friday!!!!

Oh, well, my Comic-Con schedule is here. So...that's how you can find me. I don't think I even have time to grab lunch. Or dinner.

Ah. Didn't realize you were only down for the one day. Well, when you're upstairs collecting swag from whichever of the panels are offering it this time out, you might get to wave across at me as you pass by (unless I can convince my guy he doesn't really need me at 4:00, like he thinks he does, in which case, I'll see you in the [seats 3000-ish] Hall 20 for VM). Oh, and probably at Done the Impossible too. Oh, and yes, the granola bar or package of peanut butter crackers that you carry in your messenger bag/backpack/whatever is your bestest friend.