So I'm trying to shift things around in my apartment so the landlord can help me move out some furniture. I'm looking for the magical expandable corner where I can put EIGHT BOXES OF BOOKS other than where they are right now, and I'm really just not seeing it. Sigh.

In other news, I went to get a new meds prescription, and the doctor told me I should get a boyfriend (not, I hasten to say, in an icky weird way, just... well, it was a little weird). So there you go, I have a boyfriend prescription. Where do I pick those up, again?

Emily, if I knew, I'd let you know. Is this covered under your health plan?

Use a strong-ish gel. You need the weight to keep the 'licks down.

I am cowlicked like a block of salt. I use Short Sexy Hair's Hard Up Hair Gel. It rules.

Thanks! I'll have to try it. Right now my hair's looking like your hair's evil twin.

I just want to join a women's riding group. When I get a motorcycle. Which will be soon, hopefully.) (This is why I'm not getting pregnant now, you realize. Much like DJ. With less smoking and genteelness.)

Biker gang! IJS.

Also, genteelness my ass. Which reminds me, there was this woman at a party I went to Tuesday night. Meanest, bitchiest, bitterest woman I've ever met (I was there as a guest of a friend). Flat out nasty to everyone- except me... after she found out I went to charm school.

Is this covered under your health plan?

I'll have to pull out the manual. Would this be under Alternative Health Care? Medical Supplies?

Thanks! I'll have to try it. Right now my hair's looking like your hair's evil twin.

My hair looks like my hair's evil twin when I wake up.

I have to water it and push it back into order every morning. (I don't wash it daily, so often, it's just a case of reactivating my gel or adding a little more.)

Would this be under Alternative Health Care? Medical Supplies?

Supplies, I think. More like to be approved that way.

{{{{Fred Pete, Hubs, and Teddy}}}}

sj, I would just go for a new burner coil.

I am beyond cranky today. I want to smite things. No real reason, just filled with the need to whack things with a mallet.

ETA: I'm sorry about the kettle. But the immediate reaction to the message could only be, "Yes. Yes I see that."

I did laugh for a few seconds, because there were also coffee grounds in the milk frother instead of the coffee press.

I wish you had a video camera in your kitchen, so we could see the exact process that led to caffeinated chaos. I'm picturing TCG just walking in the kitchen, taking a handful of ground coffee, and then HURLING it vaguely in the direction of the stove.

Which is basically the approach I take to giving myself a pedicure. Only with nail polish instead of coffee. Seriously, I am very non-bendy, so reaching my toes at the perfect angle for painting the nails is well-nigh impossible. They end up looking like I just dumped polish all over the toe.