I saw one of those (non corset picutures) meara and I swear, your smile is LUMINOUS. You're just gorgeous.

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am caught up. For what ever reason, I ignored the internet this weekend. I know?! Crazy, right? Glad I didn't just skip past the 250ish posts, or I would have missed:

Also, I must say that the main reason for me catching up with Bitches today and not tomorrow is waiting to read omnis' news about the forthcoming hot date. So, whenever that might happen... staring at a wall clock.

Sorry to leave you hanging. Alas, I am hanging too. I saw co-worker that knows her thru his bf once, but he said he didn't have a chance to ask bf. That was Friday. Haven't seen him since, and no e-mails. Unfortunelty, we work in different buildings 8 miles apart, so, not an easy saunter to casually ask. I fear he forgot. But I don't want to come off as creepy dude pestering. I'm still new here and all.

All I can picture is Shir, holding an M-16 and impatiently tapping her foot.

um. meow.

Pssst, Barb, what do I wear in that picture?

um. Ya, I'm keeping quiet on this one. Why does a pacifist find that image hot? No! Idea!

Steph, glad you made it through the weekend. I'm hoping Monday found you a lot better. Who know spanking could be so therapeutic? How cool is that!

Laga! {{{{{}}}}} *n of course! No clue what it is, but if it's pissing your Mom off, it's can't be good. She's a dear soul, and I can't imagine. Hugs for her too. Call if you need to vent. You got my number.

SA! Congrats!!! And welcome to the Masters Club. Green jackets are optional (Ha! A golf joke! From me! Ha!) [is it a bad sign if I laugh at my own jokes?]

There was more. Can't recall it all. something about lipstick in tubes, and my brain equated it to paint tubes, imagining y'all squeezing out lip balm on a painters palette to paint up your lips. Ya, I know, I'm clueless.

ION, a cute cat followed me home tonight. I felt like a kid wondering "can I keep it??" Silly me let him in the door. He explored. Hopped up on the bed (apparently not soft enough or something, he didn't last long there), then explored the pile of boxes. Then my brain got going "oh shit, pets are not allowed here. $500 fine! What if he pee's the damn w-w carpet? aargh. I gently coax him out of the bedroom, and as I'm trying to get the door to latch, he's made himself comfy on the couch. Yup, the twin of Evil Chair lured the cat, and he didn't want to move for quite awhile. I didn't want to piss him off. He's so cute! Hemingway toe and all. Eventually he left through the open door (as did all the heat. Dude! it's the south, it's supposed to be warm!). So cute.

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um. Is it my rss feed, or has Kerfuffle Bunny been hibernating? Joe, you ok over there? Life getting busy?

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Omnis, the whole family is pissed. I was just telling Mom I feel like aliens have taken over my sister's brain. My brother replied for all of us. I hope it helps- I think she respects his opinion most of all us kids.

Don't be surprised if that cat comes back. Of all the cats I've known, maybe half of them were allowed by the landlord. Not that I'm saying you should break the rules for a little old kitty cat.

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I just received some lovely news from the blood family front. Apparently there was some money from my mother's estate that was to be divided amongst my sisters and myself. A check for $500 is inbound. Hubby just said, "We're putting every cent of it away." "Why?" I pouted. "Because it's going to take a couple of hundred to fly to Vegas, plus we'll need money for food and whatnot." "Oh," I said.

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Congratulations SA! And also hooray for connie, it seems!

My brother is being a hot-headed ass about politics. I sort of told him so, too. Guess the family won't hear from him for a while again now. I really was hoping this would be the year he'd learn to get along, but I guess I shouldn't have hoped for that in an election year. I don't know why he can't understand that nothing he does will change my parents' opinions on how they vote, and getting angry only makes them more set in their ways. At the very least, I hope I don't get included in their back and forth sniping, because it's making me really angry.

omnis, yay for some possibly temporary kitty lovins. And I hope you get a good lead on catering girl.

I have never met meara, but I laughed at the introverted thing too.

I need food and a good emotional brain bleach scrubbing.

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Yeah, "introverted" is about the LAST word most anyone who's ever met me would use to apply to me. Now, granted, I was in a more subdued mood than usual that night, but...still.

What tag should we search for? Your real name? meara? "Naughty Santaly

"?

Hah! No, if you are my friend on facebook, you should just be able to go to my page and see I tagged myself in a photo. Or click on photos of me and find it.

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omnis, I must say you got me thinking about the dating thing a little bit, now that I know you have her email.

You see, if one is asking me out, most chances I'd be too freaked out of the idea of dating which may lead, God forbid, being in relationship (only half snarkish here. Working on it...), I'll say no. Even when I see it coming from miles away (which I usually can), but I need to feel extremely comfortable to say yes, and since I'm still not all quite comfortable with the idea... it just got me thinking that maybe being asked out by email wouldn't be such a bad idea. I'm not talking about my "real" email, of course (that would be somehow invading my privacy), but the one I give when I don't want to give my email address (which I check, because I know I may get there something that might interest me and some people just have only this address of mine. Oh, and also my dad can't figure out how to change my contact details, for it once was my only email address). Of course, in that case there's the chance I might forget about it, but better chances for me to regroup in time and think "oh fuck me and my fears, yes! let's date, if only for practice sake!".

Anyhow, if you're asking her out by email and not number, may I advise to do it within two weeks? Or else, she might not remember, and I think it's one of the striking the iron while it's hot cases.

Also, yay for some kitten loving! And connie, yay for news!

After about a week or so of thinking I'm doing fine, I got all saddened about my friend's death again. I wanted to watch Buffy with dinner, and wanted to watch something of the 4th season. While thinking about which ep to watch, I remembered the fan production I did for Hush. Basically, we dubbed the episode, and she dubbed Tara, and I nearly broke into tears when I remembered some of her lines (for even now, few years later, I can still remember main parts of the script by heart). I ended up choosing A New Man, and going to bed in tears. I wish for the day when I'll be able to remember her with a smile, and not with tears to come already.

I'll also be out today to visit another dying relative, if he'll feel up for it.

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Also, Laga, whenever I read your tag I'm thinking about the Dulli (Afghan Whigs) line, "you can fuck my body baby, but please, don't fuck my mind".

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My tag is from an episode of How I Met Your Mother. I remember the Afghan Wigs but I can't recall any of their songs.

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