Hrm.
Just got an email from one of the kings I met in Vancouver in October. Sweetie from Houston, who granted I haven't talked to since then really. All "ack, last minute housing fell through for this conference in Seattle, any chance my coworker and I can crash on your floor Friday night??" and I was all set to be like "Of course!" when I noticed it wasn't for her JOB (which is for Planned Parenthood) but for...Landmark. Um, ew? (Keep in mind she's like, 23, so the last minute and crashing on floor is so not as ridic as it would be in a 30 year old)
I guess just for Friday night it's fine anyway, they'll be up and out early, right? Landmark makes them go examine themselves early, right?
I was so much more excited when I thought they'd be in my town to Do Good Works...
In completely separate news, I was at Target trying on clothes, and ended up trying on and then buying a MATERNITY top. Because it looked exactly like all the other shit they were selling (empire waist and all), except it was in a pretty color (bright green). (this,only it looks better on me, because it makes me look cleavagey, and um, not pregnant) And it's my perfect green color)
Um.
A cat has wandered into my apartment.
I'm not sure where she came from, but I don't want to to let her out if she can't find her way back.
I called the number on her collar and left a message.
Is that the right protocol? Or should I just let her back out?
They were sweet (well, the dog was; the lizard was freaky in that penetrating-stare kind of way they have, and the kitty was a freak in that Siamese way), but we just SO didn't have the room.
I just bought David Attenborough's new doco,
Life in Cold Blood.
I'm looking forward to much reptilian goodness.
Burrell, I'm pretty sure Landmark is the rebranding of est. I only know one person who's done it, and he's...not doing much to recommend it. I mean, he pimps it endlessly, but he's no shining example of the great good work it does.
If you already called and left a message for the owner you should probably keep track of the cat until she/he gets back to you.
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It's a cult.
It's...um....it's like...shoot, I feel like Sean talked about having gone one time? They break you down, and talk about how you learned all wrong, and you need to re-learn how to communicate with everyone in your life and how to know who you are and all that jazz? EST, or something like that, in the 70s or whatever? And then after they have you all broken down and rebuilt up and then they get you to pay more and more money to do better and more important and specialer seminars, etc etc?
EST is back?
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Do they let them pee nowadays? Or do they still make them hold it?
