Gutters have a whole other vibe.

I need to change out of my silks and put on pants so I can run over to TJ's. Snitty kitty is pining for tuna and apparently chicken is just not good enough. Conveniently, I am pining for stuff from there as well.

update! I can put pants *over* the silks. Brilliant!

Skimmy skimmy skim. Whew. I try to keep up, I really do, but it's un-possible.

Incredibly long meara:

eee! A new Librarian movie! And I read beth b's post in time to not miss it!

Happy belated birthday to Emeline and all the other people whose birthdays I missed!

Anne, may peace be restored to your life before you're forced to maim someone! Electricity~ma to you.

That's awful news, AmyLiz! Laying people off around the holidays should not be even legal. Good luck to you and Stephen.

A Yay for ChiKat, and a Wow! for Kalshane!

Raq, I hope everything works out well with moving to DC! I know you all had good reasons for wanting a hardship location, but, even so: scary.

Nora, freaky things like your mug incident have happened to me more than once. I vote house ghost. Though I'd change the locks too, just for peace of mind. Once, my roommate lost her keys (again). She blamed it loudly on the house ghost. There was a jingle-clank, and she turned around, and the keys were on the table, in plain sight. What can you do? She picked them up, said thanks, and left. Vortex, we also used to "find" missing items by asking "Charlie" to please bring it back. It would turn up invariably in a place we'd already looked.

KristinT, dangit, what kind of bra was so boobtastic! I must know! I hate all my bras.

Sail, pet Elliot once for me, will you? I love black cats. I had two half-Siamese black cats and they were the bestest cats ever (except for their cranky adopted Russian Blue sister, who was also the bestest cat ever).

In general? I admire all parents. I babysat once, two boys; it was awful and I swore I would never do that again. I've never changed a diaper or done any baby-caring-for things. Babies are interesting and children are precious when they're not running feral and shrieking, but I don't go gaga over them. The biological alarm clock has never rung. I believe my decision to never have kids was a wise one. The world needs more people raised by good parents. The world needs fewer people raised by unhappy parents like I would be.

The PC-Aimee LJ thing is cool. I've found 3 old friends through LJ. I have my college listed, but not my high school. I'd be really surprised if anyone from my high school were on LJ. ... Damn, now I have to go look. Yep, there are two, but they're significantly younger than me and I wouldn't have known them. Huh, now I'm disappointed. My high school was a very conservative Christian private school; my entire graduating class was about 16 people. We had a "Jr/Sr Banquet" instead of a orgyprom too! I could not wait to get out of there. I don't list it in my profile either.

My parents bought me my own car, a lovely secondhand Mazda 626, my sophomore year in college. I think they just wanted me to come home more. They paid for maintenance, I paid for gas. I've never owned a brand new car, and I've only gotten one that was not a good car. I can't honestly see the point of buying a brand new car, when they're just as likely to have something wrong with them that nobody's found out about yet.

amych, about coloring grey hair: there's some stuff you can buy at places like Sally Hansen's called Gray Magic. You add it to your regular hair dye and it makes the color penetrate the gray strands better, or something. I've used it a couple times and it works well. My smokin' hot 55 year old gray-haired Hispanic friend (she's not "hot for her age", she's HOT; it's disturbing to find out she has 3 grown sons. Anyway) uses it with semi-permanent dye to color her hair black, and the stuff somehow makes it act like permanent dye. Also, the new glaze, I think it's Clairol, works to brighten up color that's gone dull. It's basically a semi-permanent transparent color.

I started going gray in my mid-twenties, now I'm about 50%, but mostly top/front. It's silver and the other is nearly black, so maybe it would look cool, but I suspect I'd just look scary. I'm fidgeting about growing it out; all the permanent dye has not been (continued...)

( continues...) kind to my hair, which now looks dry and frazzled no matter how much I condition. But I'm not ready at 43 to be gray-haired. I'm thinking of using the less-harsh semi-permanent dye and letting the gray grow out underneath it. At least I'd know what it really looks like.

A new Librarian movie

And I don't have cable anymore so I can't watch it. Hmph.

secondhand Mazda 626

First car twinsies! My parent bought me a used 626 when I graduated from high school, God love 'em.

I should be studying for my Info in Society final but I just Can't Do It Anymore. I'm dangerously close to throwing in the towel and just winging it...

Can anyone offer any insight as to why I am poring over John Cougar Mellencamp videos on YouTube? Bueller?

Ew. There's a vid labeled, "Snatch- Hurt So Good."

I imagine that's the name of the band, but reading it like that made me clamp my legs shut.

My vehicluar history..

Oldsmobile Stationwagon Cutlas Supreme (used)
1979 Honda Accord (used)
1985 Mazda B2200 (new)
1989 Mercury Sable (used)
1994 Ford Taurus (new)
2000 Toyota Camry (new)
2003 Toyota Sienna (new)

Dang, I've gone through cars like crazy.

Mine:

1987 Mazda 626 (used)
1993 Isuzu Rodeo (used)
1995 Toyota Tacoma (new)
2000 Acura Integra (new)

I hope to drive the Integra for at least 5 more years since I paid it off last year and it only has like 36,000 miles on it. Yay for carpooling!

Oh, dear, Anne. Lots of suckage going on there. I'm so sorry. Like Cass, I would've lost it MUCH earlier. And fwiw, I didn't hear an ounce of whine. I read only highly justified rage.

thanks very much for corrupting my house

Maybe it's just the cats...?

I am positive certain that you handed my lighter back to me

I did! I swear! Definitely the cats. Have you looked under the couch? They probably smelled me on the lighter and didn't want me hissing at them anymore. (FYI everyone other than Cass, I only made hissing noises if they were Being Bad. Honest. What? It works!)

Where is Bailey during these disappearances?

He was at my Aunt T's house when the measuring tape went poof. And he's not really one for hiding things. Thank goodness.

Suzi, dearest, I could *try* to finish your statistics homework for you, but you'd be sure to get a big 'ol F if I did. Sorry.

Watching Van Helsing and trying to talk myself into working out. So far, the working out thing isn't happening.

Bailey? I'd be thinking more Ashton myself. Dogs not so big with the subtle, in my experience.