Home from SFO. K-Bug is on her way to Boston. TOO MUCH DRAMA at the airport, but she finally got a seat on the plane and I am not in jail. Tis good.

Now I'll just be a wreak until I hear from her or vw that they have found eachother in the am.

Yikes on TOO MUCH DRAMA, Suzi.

I find myself liking the Saxon Math books purely because of the word problems:

Four hundred seventy-two soldiers strutted proudly in front. Two hundred seven soldiers walked sadly behind them. How many soldiers were there in all?

Jason sailed the ship Argo in search of the Golden Fleece. His shipmates were called Argonauts. They sailed 33 miles in 3 days. What was the average number of miles they sailed each day? At the same rate, how far could they sail in 7 days?

shit. My credit union merged with it's Florida sister CU a few weeks ago. And now I can't remember my new billpay log in or password. FUCK!

Who wouldn't fancy Fay?

er. um. Ya, can't deny it. I fancy her. Sssshhhhh. Don't tell anyone.

blushes

OK, the Lex Clark thing. OMG. I've been watching for a few years now, and *never* caught the Gaydar on that one. So? Like? Clark fancies Lex? Hence the always saving him? He must be Bi tho. He has some hot g/f's.

Oh, bless your unsuspecting little heart. Go rewatch Season 1, paying particular attention to the way Lex looks at Clark like he's made out of chocolate, like he's the lone spar of driftwood left in an icy sea, like he's the best and brightest thing Lex has ever seen or hoped to see.

Um.

Yeah.

Lex loves Clark. I mean, freaking adores him. Treasures him and places him on a pedastle pedastal peda...fuck. Can't spell the word. Probably subconsciously I think it should be pedarast, or something. Anyway. Yeah. Lex places Clark smack bang in the centre of his life and will do anything for him. Protect him, cherish him, give in to him, trust him when it goes absolutely against the grain to trust anyone. Lex is just blown away by Clark's beauty, wholesomeness and innocent heroism.

Hell, in Jitters Lex walks unarmed into the LuthorCorp Plant to face a great stinking mess for which HE is being blamed, but which is wholly of Lionel's making, in the certain belief that he is sacrificing his life to save Clark. He would die for Clark. He has killed for Clark. He puts himself out time and again on Clark's behalf, knowing that Clark isn't being honest with him.

Now, you can call it fraternal. Same as you can call Achilles/Patroclus fraternal. But, you know, I'm going with Big Gay Love, boy howdy, you better believe it.

Not convinced? Check out Omar's recaps at TWoP for Big Gay Comedy Gold.

cereal

...okay, getting down off my soapbox now. Backing away from it slowly. Um. Yeah.

Clark/Lex.

Gayer than Queer as Folk and then some.

Breaks my little fangirl heart, for Their Love Is OMG So Doomed.

Lex loves Clark. I mean, freaking adores him. Treasures him and places him on a pedastle pedastal peda...fuck. Can't spell the word.

Yeah, well HOWEVER you spell it, its circumfrence is about three times its diameter.

wow. lucky I watch the show in Long Beach, were gay is ok. Who knew what I missed in season 1. Best make sure the A/C is working if I dig up someone with the dvd's. O wait. I don't have A/C.

shit. now I've frozen my account. I've guessed my new user name, but not my new password. fuck! Why couldn't they just let me use my old log ins. Grrrrr.

(I know, it's safer this way, and all... but I created the shit when I was in the middle of tech hell, and was tired, and not thinking clear. grrrrr. my own damn fault)

eta: I think its a sign for me to go to bed.

Suzi, breathe! I'm off to get her in a bit. Sorry there was drama! Poor you guys!

Hil, we used Saxon math in junior high/high school. Actually, due to my mom's influence (she was the junior high/senior high math teacher), the whole school switched to Saxon. In my opinion, it is fabulous. And, as a side note, this was at a Christian (fundamental Baptist) school. They switched from Bob Jones, I think. That or one of the other Christian education publishers. That was actually a pretty big deal and was not appreciated by some of the parents.

6pm

...holy crap. And that, boys and girls, is why I don't go to the Night Bazaar more often, even though it's barely a hop, skip and a jump from my flat. It's just WALL TO WALL shiny things that I find myself being ineluctably drawn towards.

gulps

...um. I now have:

• 3 gorgeous raw Thai silk handbags (1 for me, 2 for Christmas pressies);

• 2 pairs of cufflinks (1 being faux Chanel, the other faux Bulgari [but allegedly real silver]* (both for me);

• 3 gorgeous arty unique rings hand-made by a very pretty Turkish boy (1 for me, 2 for Christmas pressies);

• 5 bars of hand-made yummy soap;

• assorted other bits and bobs for Christmas pressies.

The cufflinks mean I can now wear the olive green version of the Weskit Blouse I had made. (When I was discussing the design with the tailor I suddenly realised that if I was getting my own shirts made, I could have them made cufflink-friendly, and this would give me an excuse to buy cufflinks. Huzzah!) And one of the handbags will accessorise beautifully with the blouse and the skirt that compliments it.

This evening's ensemble is rather fabulous. I am feeling rather pleased with myself.

(My bank manager, however, is weeping into his beer.)

*frankly, I couldn't care less about the whole name brand crap. However, as is the case with watches and sunglasses it is evidently MUCH easier to find knockoff cufflinks than random nice arty noname cufflinks. And I was in a hurry. But I quite like the fact that they're fake posh, and that my ensemble is all tailored to my specifications - I am my own Coco Chanel this evening! Go me!