More importantly, she informs me that if I sleep with someone, and he is not my true love, I am Doomed Forever. Becuase I am Ruined, and have Given Away All My Goods.

Yep. Apparently your hymen is all that you have.

More importantly, she informs me that if I sleep with someone, and he is not my true love, I am Doomed Forever. Becuase I am Ruined, and have Given Away All My Goods.

All of them? Damn, you got busay!

I think that only applies if the only thing you have to offer is your virginity. Most people can rely on some combination of personality, brains, and/or talent in addition.

But having seen Valentine's Day, I can understand why Taylor might be worried.

And this is why I'm glad for American Idol -- the people who "make it" after being on there can actually sing.

Sigh. Friend is now meeting me at 11. Stupid theatre types and thier all-nighter ways.

How did you answer?

Hil, I told him the truth. Yeah, it's a dead animal and we eat dead animals. He's starting to figure out the connection between the cows, chickens and pigs being things that we are going to eat.

He's also getting kind of obsessive about people and dying. Not sure where all this is coming from or how to handle it.

Oh, I just a brilliant (but cheap) idea. See, my main roof downspout is attached to a length of pvc that runs across the basement porch and then the water falls 3-4 feet and drains (eventually) into the alley. I should get a short rainbarrel with an overflow drain and hose attached, and store my rainwater. 1. It might allow me to finally kill off my postage stamp back yard and start over with less weedy shit(it gets plenty hydrated); 2. Not worry about the way the water pools (the back porch is already kinda a mess, don't want to add to it and my rear deck supports are in the dirt there) and 3: brown water outside for cleaning catboxes and cars and the like. I *think* I have a working water line in the garage, but it doesn't have a handle, and I haven't been in there since I bugbombed it back late summer (and OMG, the THINGS that came crawling out.)

House likes carrots.

Cash, I think it is a developmental thing. I remember a lot of kids I nannied and the nephews honing in on the mortality thing about that age.

He's also getting kind of obsessive about people and dying. Not sure where all this is coming from or how to handle it.

This might be trickier because of his stuff, but I suspect its always tricky.

All I know for sure is that you'll handle it well. It may hurt and confuse him a lot, but he'll have you through all of it.

A large dairy animal approached Zaphod Beeblebrox's table, a large fat meaty quadruped of the bovine type with large watery eyes, small horns and what might almost have been an ingratiating smile on its lips.

"Good evening," it lowed and sat back heavily on its haunches, "I am the main Dish of the Day. May I interest you in the parts of my body?"...

"I just don't want to eat an animal that's standing there inviting me to," said Arthur, "It's heartless."

"Better than eating an animal that doesn't want to be eaten," said Zaphod.

"That's not the point," Arthur protested. Then he thought about it for a moment. "All right," he said, "maybe it is the point. I don't care, I'm not going to think about it now. I'll just ... er ... I think I'll just have a green salad," he muttered....

"Are you going to tell me," said Arthur, "that I shouldn't have green salad?"

"Well," said the animal, "I know many vegetables that are very clear on that point."