I've never had Irish beef stew. I like beef stew generally, so I'd probably like that, too.

It's pretty much just beef stew with Guinness. Only I substituted other things for the Guinness, not having any, so it's not very authentic. With Guinness in, it's amazing.

Out of the 12 units in my apartment complex, 4, including mine, are inhabited by fangirls. It's pretty awesome.

That's fab! My neighbours are mainly too stuck-up to talk to me.

Cass, sorry it took so long, but you got a lil package heading your way. Woot for no rain, no crazy work, and not mired down in family crap. One out of 3 ain't bad, right?

Now I'm doing work on my day off, because they decide to not make any edits on the music they have had for THREE WEEKS until the NIGHT BEFORE REHEARSAL. Grrr. And they send an MP3, and the upconvert process to CD audio is making the funky electronic bass line sound funkier, and not in a good way. Oooh how mp3's can be a pain in the ass.

Sox, if you want to borrow my spine, it's steel reinforced! Either way, good luck with the negotiations.

It's a beautiful day out... and I can't see to get myself off the couch. What is up? Stupid tyranny of good weather.

And the plot thickens.

I already told my awesome roommates 3 weeks ago I'm going. Another girl saw the flat and decided it was good, and because she went abroad she said a fast "yes" and went away (she said "yes" about two days before she went away).

She didn't sign anything, but I feel like I'm kicking her out. Which I am.

I'm looking for apartments myself at the moment. Tomorrow, until Yom Kippur will enter, I'll try to solve this mess.

I just hate it when my mess affects others. I really feel shitty about it, and moving everyone's plans because this moving is do damn ridiculous.

Screw you, plot.

Ugh. That's irritating as hell. I hope you find somewhere quickly, Shir, or that you get to stay where you are.

I keep trying to remember what it was like when Hubby and I got together, and I don't remember doing much work. I think this comes from Hubby's obsessive-compulsive nature combined with a caveman instinct of "Woman! Want!". Luckily this intersected with my agreeableness to being wanted and liking his brains. It sounds both shameless and smug, but I've never tried to build a connection with a stranger, just let friends become friends with benefits. Which is probably laziness on my behalf.

I'm a very lucky woman. And I just found myself gazing on my husband's bare foot and admiring the curves. I suppose I should keep him. Because the idea of trying to meet someone new is horrifying.

I've never tried to build a connection with a stranger, just let friends become friends with benefits. Which is probably laziness on my behalf.

Because the idea of trying to meet someone new is horrifying.

I think you reached the conclusion of why this isn't laziness by yourself. More like self preservation, IMHO.

Honestly, a not-so-small part of me thinks stranger who are trying to hit on me are crazy, perhaps partly suicidal. There's no way I'll know you're sane in 5 or 50 minutes, pal, and vice versa. And the mind thing, the thing that takes a while to discover, is my biggest turn on. Can't tell it by a first minute impression, even if you look good and smell nice.

I highly recommend getting set up by a friend that knows you well and just sort of falling into a ltr with that person without really trying. That's what worked for me.

I've never tried to build a connection with a stranger, just let friends become friends with benefits. Which is probably laziness on my behalf.

That's how I've been for the most part. All of my...romantic encounters have been friends.

I highly recommend getting set up by a friend that knows you well and just sort of falling into a ltr with that person without really trying. That's what worked for me.

Ha. Last night, someone on my flist sent me the e-mail of a geeky Desi girl in New York.