She makes me EXPLAIN why I'm telling her to read something, too.

Because in the past you've taken great glee in my screams of "aaaaaugh! Brain bleach! Brain bleach!" after you've pointed me at fic. I don't mind sharing your pain wrt badfic, I just want a warning.

I didn't even know pole dancing was a fad until The Colbert Report did a segment on it. I guess I'm getting more and more tragically unhip every day.

Grrr... Stupid LJ is brokey. I hate that. I have stuff to do, I swear, that is not LJ related, but frankly, I just wanted to LJ.

Burrell, come (pole) dancing--it's only natural.

Ugh. That earworm isn't going anywhere soon.

Damnit, ita, that wasn't nice.

And to think I was thinking about cupcaking you. But for that, forget it.

I got it to load unawares, but now it's all kinds of berzerk.

I've been a good little worker bee all day. So why does the last half hour suck so bad?

Broken LJ made me cry. Then I forced it to bend to my will, but I have since given up on it.

Kat, I almost called you, but then decided you didn't need me to have a neurotic meltdown on the phone, so I didn't. And I have since managed to mostly stop climbing the walls all by meself.

Ugh. That earworm isn't going anywhere soon.

I'm glad it's not just me.

The kids at daycare do their own form of pole dancing (the boys as much as the girls). I have to admit I find pole dancing much more charming when it's been drained of it's primarily sexual intent. With the kids, instead of sexy, it's all about joyously defying gravity.

But it kinda feels like I'm the last Angelena to try it.

I can assure you that you are well ahead of me in the pole dancing.

No pole dancing here, either.