Yeah, the only response I can think to that Juliebird is, "Oh, no. Art I love. This I don't."

It is a linden tree. I just never knew they smelled.

Linden is one of my favorite scents. I used to wear Annick Goutal's Eau du Ciel, and it was so delightfully linden-y.

She responds, "Oh, you don't like art?"

Ah ha ha ha.

I wouldn't mind some flirting tomorrow night...

I'm weighing wedding vs. local, and am not sure what the future will hold for you!

It's quite...pungent. It's not a bad smell (I like honeysuckle) it's just that I am predisposed to spicy, not sweet, not sweet. And this is very, very sweet. And distracting.

Jesse, yeah, plus a lot of people I work with. And I don't do that. So. Eh, some flirting won't hurt.

And a lot of people you DON'T work with, presumably! Good times.

I'm at a party, and people are drinking Heineken. Heineken? Fuck that shit! Pabst Blue Ribbon!

I could do with a good flirt too. The last two guys who showed interest in me--one was just creepy wrong, and the other...he boring. So no actual flirting.

PBR is so five years ago. Where's the Miller High Life resurgence??

HA. Bad beer is....well, just bad. Not hipster trendy, just gross.

On the theme of more shit with a side of shit and a second helping of shit.... Lori is out of town and left Kuma at our place. She won't be back for a week.

Kuma just bit our dog's face, down to the bone. Which means another added expense of dealing with the vet bills and I can't have Kuma here if he's going to start shit even though I know he's harmless with humans because I will have my mom, a nurse, and Grace here for the duration of Kuma's stay and I can't throw both dogs in the yard if I'm worrying about fighting.

ARGH. FUCK. THIS is something I Do Not Need.

Oh man, Kat. You really Do Not Need anything else.