That's very very true.

Sherlock Holmes and the Imaginarium of Dr. Parnassus are both playing at the Kabuki in Japantown.

I read this as

Sherlock Holmes and the Imaginarium of Dr. Parnassus

and that's a movie I want to see.

I've been paid for writing a few times, but this is nice because New Mobility has national circulation and I didn't have to track them down for the ducats...

National mag, huh?

Sweet.

But how is your BMI?

There were a lot of posts in Bitches this morning, and I thought I wouldn't respond because I don't have that much time.

But I needed to tell you all I love you.

First it was P-C's post, and I wanted to reply with "What? Of course you're awesome!". And then I saw gazillion of other posts from other people, feeling the same. This made me a little bit wtf and a little bit sad at the same time.

And then (or probably before) I saw Pix'(s?) post. I'm sorry. {{}}

And then I saw the pictures, and my first thought was "OMG. What a bunch of beautiful people!". Second thought, of course, was "And I'll be there. To meet them. Within two years. Or someone will have to suffer".

So I just needed to tell you all that you are beautiful, wonderful and lovely people, and it's no wonder to me that it reflects on your jobs and other parts of lives. When you shine, you shine, c'est tout.

Unless you don't have the normal, standard BMI, and then you're just a freak.

(And I'm so, so very tired).

Shir, you have been a lovely addition to b.org; I just wanted to let you know.

Fuck good teachers getting fired.

Fuck BMI. I want a cupcake. the kind St Cupcake makes with the vegan-yet-cream-cheesey frosting that is beyond amazing and the super moist coconut cake that doesn't crumble all over you.

And the two TSA employees who assumed i was preggers over the weekend can fuck their own warped body images. I have a broken foot and am dressing for comfort. You try propping your foot up sideways higher than hip level on a crowded airplane in jeans and/or without flashing the entire plane.

Seriously, i really want a cupcake. I would totally settle for just about any option other than the blah things the grocery store sells. And am sad that none of the local cupcakeries won't be open when i get off work at 6am. Bah.

I'm usually not THAT emotional first thing on the morning, you know.

That was weird, even for me.

A cupcake would totally fix that. IJS.

pushing cupcake via the interwebs for erin. Assholes that bother her do NOT get one.

aw, thanks!