I was kind of under the impression that if someone made you cross enough, you could take them out with a thought - that way no messing up the manicure!

Hat pins.

I was kind of under the impression that if someone made you cross enough, you could take them out with a thought - that way no messing up the manicure!

Hat pins.

I would say don't give away my secret, but it's not that much of a secret, is it?

Universe! You are on notice! I don't need an opportunity to let go, I'll do it of my own volition. Swears!

Yes, I'm embarrassed at the amount of crap in my house not, as my brother keeps accusing, because I'm a budding hoarder, but just the conspicuous consumerism of it all. But I'm culling slowly on my own! I have a "Goodwill Bag" going at all times. No need of an assist from the elements, Thankyewverymuch!

I view FB as a necessary evil that I keep forgetting to log into.

I last updated my status when Usain Bolt won gold in Beijing. I was very excited. Then.

I will happily give pinky-killing classes, but there are indeed manicure implications.

Maybe you're just that awesome? (Or they're admiring your beautiful smile?)

Actually, it's my fake Laboutins. That's my profile pic.

I had a bunch of stuff destroyed in Katrina. Such a minimal loss to the disaster, and stuff I hadn't seen in years, but I still miss it. Because it was all irreplaceable, and was very dear to me, even in absentia halfway across the country.

Just knowing I had a lifesize Wolverine cutout was a balm to my soul. How am I ever getting that back again? And, uh, where would I put it, other than in storage?

And, uh, where would I put it, other than in storage?

On your bedroom ceiling?

On your bedroom ceiling?

It used to hang over my bed. But I don't hang things near/over my bed in earthquake country. Although I would consider it if I weren't single. Which is, probably, why I am.

I consider my "Surrender the booty!" flag in my bedroom both safe and sufficiently suggestive.

but it's not that much of a secret, is it?

Not when you cheerfully tell people with a slightly evil smile, it's not.

But it's awesome.

OK, I've been offline since sometime early Thursday, so I'm catching up.

This may be the first time this has been said in a long time:

Oh, sod it. I'm moving to America.

But then, you'd miss out on candidates like this. Seriously - wouldn't he be a great representative for Buffista Island?

FB friending is super weird. I had someone pop up that I didn`t know but also had Knut the Difficult as a mutual friend. So I messaged him to see who it was and it turned out he didn`t know the person either, and was just more generally well disposed to people (and potential author fans) than I. So I declined. But I turn down lots of stuff all the time and don`t feel bad about it. Because I am a misanthrope! I am allowed to decline creepy disembodied yet still beating hearts! That`s part of what being a misanthrope means!

The people I feel bad about ignoring are the ones I sort of vaguely remember as probably going to my high school maybe a year or two behind me but I don't think I ever talked to them and I can't really remember their faces, so they just stay on that "pending friend requests" page in case something jogs my memory and I decide that I really do know them.