I can see Jessica asking - she's never been the queen of appropriate behavior - but for the writer to imply that it was a natural request that should have been honored is deeply weird.

Any stompies about? We need a new Bitches.

I guess the Press thinkg that pregnant women's bellies are public property.

I dreamed of redecorating . or renovating. Good dream , but I was worried about legisation that was going to dictate what kind of bathtub you could put in you bathroom.

so - Timelies

ION, the Plan B "morning after" pill has been approved for sale without a prescription.

Hell fuck YEAH.

That takes away a little of the sting of Pluto's demotion.

Seekrit Message to Pluto (who lurks here, you know): YOU'LL ALWAYS BE A PLANET TO ME, BABY!!!!

Poor Pluto. Weird ass Simpson. Yay Plan B. More coffee, actual sentences.

When I was in seventh or eighth grade, I bought this book that was just a bunch of blank pages for one to write in. I decided to do a parody of Reader's Digest. One of my stories was called "Drama in Real Life - Stranded on Pluto" which was completely silly and absurd. (I don't remember much of it, but I think there were Crunchberry bushes on Pluto.)

In school I was somewhat of an underachiever/slacker, so my teacher told me I shouldn't write in my book until I had all my homework done. So to this day I blame him for stifling my creative ambitions, rather than blame myself for being a lazy-ass.

Today's imponderable question: how did there get to be so much cat hair inside my refrigerator?

Where's the cat? Where's Casper, in relation to the cat?

Heh. I'm pretty sure it's happened over the mumblemumble months (um, years?) since I last wiped out the fridge, not in one incident. But damn, that's a lot of hair to mysteriously drift in.