I had a drunk woman walk into our apartment not long after we'd moved here. She was obviously out of it and just said, "huh?" when I told her to get the fuck out.

Needless to say, the deadbolt stayed locked at all times after that.

Home. Exhausted. Will someone come rub my feet?

rubs vw's feet

You must be so tired sweety. How is your mom?

She was all sleepy when I left. And she was starting to wake up about every 10-20 minutes to push her pain meds button. But I think she'll be ok. She's kind of funny when she's all drugged.

I walked in and said, "Mom, you have gorgeous nails!" She said, "I got them done last night. I couldn't stand the thought of looking at them get worse and worse for weeks till I can leave the house."

That's my mom.

Y'all talk a lot. Not that it hasn't been observed before. I'm just putting it out there.

Hec needs to send PC music to be pissed at your family by. The mopy music he sent me did wonders. Which is my way of saying thanks Hec!

I have some pretty awesome friends, blinvisible and fleshy types.

P-C, you should give the girls US Treasury Bonds. A face value of $100 will cost about half that. It still looks all shiny and says $100, they just have to wait a bunch of years before cashing it.

I'm sorry that you have this to deal with on your birthday. I know all the financial stuff is scary but try and pace yourself. Everything doesn't have to happen all at once.

I know this year that you are starting today will be the best year so far, only to be surpassed by next year, and then the next.

Happy Birthday, P-C! I have no comments on the money thing. It seems silly to me, but I am not familiar with Indian traditions.

Also: I got some smoochies! The guilt-free kind, this time, because I totally like the girl and plan to see her again soon! It was just "Goodnight kiss" smoochies, rather than "Couch making out for hours" smoochies because there is lesson planning to be done, but still.

I think I like the standard Western dating process. This is my first time to ever really use it - every other girl I've ever dated went through that whole "we're friends with sexual tension and I want to kiss you OMG MAKEOUT EXPLOSION" thing. Which I dig. But the "hey, we have good AIM conversations, let's have a date" thing that then leads to more dates and then the third-date kiss is fun, too. Because there wasn't that long period of angsty, angsty, possibly unrequited "Will I ever get to kiss this girl??!?!?!?" tension, the aftermath of the kisses is not as powerful - more of a warm, tingly feeling in my tummy, rather than the (good) punch in the gut. It's lower-stress, because I haven't had that longing period to build her up in my mind as Perfect Girl, so don't waste as much as my time scripting unrealistic fantasies in my head. Instead, I get to relax, and enjoy getting to know this girl. With some smoochies.

That's nice, Gris. I like your description and I hope the more traditional dating thing works out for you.

I feel bad about continually busting up in here and posting things about myself. I want to keep up and say nice things about things, but every time I come home there's 250 messages, and nearly everything I would say to any of them has been said, hours ago.

For example: Aimee, those pictures you posted about 200 messages ago? So. Cute.

Like, instead of handing them checks or cash, open college accounts in their names? (Not for the married one, I guess.) Some kind of account they couldn't access until a certain time, but for a good cause?

Seconding Laura's suggestion. Go with the savings bonds.