hmph ... now I want a man and cake and some sin!

This is the Buffista Wish List.

Sing IT.

I'm all manner of glad to be single again but oy. Missing the sin. Virtue blows.

You go stuffing them into your face and you're gonna make yourself sick, crazyhead.

Too late.

And considering that I'm allergic to dark chocolate.

In a complete contradiction of my crack about virtue...I've been freecycling like a mad thing over the last couple of days and I feel virtuous with a capital VIRT.

It's amazing what people can use.

I gave away dozens and dozens of articles about organizational development, diversity, team building, etc. from my first master's program at AU...15 years ago.

I've been shifting that 20lbs of paper (not kidding about the weight) from place to place for 15 years! I kept exactly one article...because I remember reading it within the time frame.

Phew. Nice to have that out of the place.

Plus, 45 cassette tapes.

Anybody have any luck with transfering cassette to mp3? I have some pretty obscure stuff I'd keep if I could.

Oh, and got my first cd trade from lala.com.

Efficient use of resources is my middle name!

This is the Buffista Wish List.

Well, not entirely...

And considering that I'm allergic to dark chocolate.

You know I'm shaking my head at you right now, don't you?

I won't live in sin, not because I think that there's anything wrong with it, but I just want to save it for marriage.

Vortex is me. I'll do some sinning before marriage, but not the living together kind. I'm just weird that way.

You know I'm shaking my head at you right now, don't you?

You're not the one who is going to have to deal with her lying on the couch while holding her stomach and moaning "Why? Why?". And I don't get to smack her on the back of the head and call her a dumbass 'cause she's "sick".

*grumblemuttergrumblestoopidAimeegrumblechocolatemutter*

I've always said that getting married is fun - you dress up, have a party, drink, dance, eat cake. It's BEING married that's the hard part (says the single lady).

Or, if you're weird like me, exactly the opposite.

You're not the one who is going to have to deal with her lying on the couch while holding her stomach and moaning "Why? Why?". And I don't get to smack her on the back of the head and call her a dumbass 'cause she's "sick".

And she didn't even save you any...

So when she says 'Why? Why?" try to quickly answer each 'why' with retorts like "Mint" "Chocolate" "Gluttony" and "Save some for me, dammit".

Of course, when she punches you, it's not my fault, but be sure to video it for YouTube.

Shit I didn't say:

I drafted the goddamned letter for you, you gigantic tool, because I knew it would take a week for you to do it. You have emailed it back to me saying "please use this". You do NOT actually expect me to print the shit out and TAKE IT TO YOU IN A DIFFERENT BUILDING when all YOU have to do is hit print? And this question is rhetorical because you DO expect that, you ginormous, elephantine, ricockulous POMPOUS ASS.

BTW, this kind of shit is why you are getting exactly two weeks' notice from me when I get a new job. I don't care if I know months in advance. I will give you exactly as much consideration as you give me.

Or you could develop a family emergency that demands you leave RIGHT NOW.