oh, as usual, dear. I was working at a conference that my employer is running and the guy who sells ads for our publication came by where I was. He had this little sparkly pin on (one of the exhibitors was handing them out) - it's a star printed with an American flag, and when you turn it on you get red and blue lights flashing on the points. He had it pinned to his badge, but when he needed his hands free, he put his portfolio between his legs ... and the pin came off and landed on top of the portfolio, so suddenly he was Mr. sparkly!crotch. One of the other women there was sitting down, so it was closer to her line of sight ... we both saw it, thought the same thing, and giggled hysterically until he removed the pin.

Congratulations to Robin and DH!

Vanilla latte:

I am about to head over to juvenile hall, where I will be booktalking Runaways in 4 classrooms. These are the very Runaways that were donated by Brian K. Vaughan himself. I am wearing teh cutest Gama-Go t-shirt evah. Happy Friday! The end.

Love the house Robin! Congratulations!

Mr. Jane and I went to have dinner last night and stopped by another bar before heading home. They had a VJ last night which just rocked. In addition to bizarre stuff I've never seen, some stuff from artists I knew but hadn't heard that song, and some brand new artists I'll be looking into. Plus, there was Oingo Boingo and Grace Jones! It was like watching MTV back in the day.

In less fun news. I had a full on Willow sweater style breakdown this morning trying to pack. I couldn't find the black suit I wore to the last 2 funerals and lost my shit. I think I'm going to go to Target at lunch and get something since now that I think about it I loathe the dress I decided to suck it up and throw in my bag this morning.

DJ, I think some shopping therapy is definitely in order.

Even your wardrobe sees how unfair this all is.

DJ, I think some shopping therapy is definitely in order.

I completely agree!

Also {{{DJ}}}

{{{DJ}}} Definitely take some time for shopping therapy.

{{{{DJ}}}}

GO ROBIN!! Yay for home-owning!

Okay, I'm going to be mememe for a second. And tacky. If you don't want to read me bitching about my ex-husband, please feel free to skip.

I hosted a couple MSP friends last night - C & B - as they're on their way to C's cousin's wedding. We had a great time, going out to dinner and the bars and hanging out. C especially was a good friend to both Z & me - he'd always come hang out & drink and watch videos and just generally be cool. After the split, he maintained friendships with both of us - not a problem. He's been moving away from Z, though, because Z is apparently becoming a giant jackhole, the kind that can't be happy for a friend unless there's something in it for him. So.

In the course of hanging out last night, I was told 3 things:

1) Z & K (Z's mistress while he was married to me) still maintain that they didn't do anything until after the divorce. This is, bluntly, bullshit, and we all know it.

2) Apparently, K was here for some conference a few months ago, and Z was going to come with her and see if he could visit with me while he was here.

3) When I was in MSP last month, he was bitching to a lot of people, saying, "what, I can't see her? Why can't I see her? I'm barred from seeing her?"

Just... OH MY GOD. FUCK. YOU. You piece of immature selfish shit. You soul-destroying, morally bankrupt ASSHOLE.

Ahem. Vented. Thank you.

The good thing is that C & B got to see my awesome apartment and meet my awesome friends and my awesome boyfriend and get a sense of my awesome, Z-free life. It is good.

Everytime I think Z can't get more clueless and jackholish, he manages to do so. What is up with that man?

I'm glad, though, that you are in such a better place now.