Did you guys see today's "Rose is Rose"? [link]

That really needs to be a tag.

I really need to get my butt out of bed and start grading papers.

I may need to start using "Spellcheck urself b4 u wreck urself."

I actually LOLed.(or technically LedOL).

A wee mousy died in my house last night. So sad.

This cute little beasty ran around the living room and my bedroom for a couple of hours (to total obliviousness from Bartleby) and I fretted about what to do about it.

I do NOT want vermin in my house, but I can't kill things.

Seriously, I wince over killing a bug.

I went down to report the sighting to my landlord and he offered me glue traps. No frickin' way, pal. I acknowledged the price to be paid for my wimpiness and tried to brainstorm other options.

I came upstairs and went to turn on my computer...the teeny critter had laid down right under the cpu.

No cause of death known. But, I can say that he did not look depressed the last time I saw him.

humming Taps

Daniel and Lindsey is beautiful. And I am utterly in love with the accidental adorability of "sad emu teenagers."

Cheer up, emu kid

I say this as the girl who looked like she was sporting a black eye last night from allergy inflammation. It's ... getting better. I am resorting to teabags once I can stand to have against the skin. Fucking tree sex.

Porn made Cass a teabagger. Pass it on.

Allergies are kicking my ass too (though not as badly as Cass, poor thing). In unrelated news, Mia is eating dog food. Again. Sigh.

Hello Kitty sushi

SHHHH Consuela, not so loud. I can't possibly make that for HKF.

I'm skipping, because YOU PEOPLE ARE CRAZY and I needed to report this immediately.

And also, because Laga sent me some dead bugs.

Y'all see where it's going, right?

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What do you mean, no?

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They say God works in mysterious ways, but I think I prefer the ways of the Buffistas: via the post office (though, that might explain few things about God). And it's Buffistas who can send pure magic via the internet, and the post office, to come in packages. No offense to God, of course.

So I'm coming home after Big Nerve Wrecking Lecture, and after another long day. And there are two packages on my bed: one from lovely slacker Santa Laga. The other from omnis.

Laga is my secret Santa! After I've been hers! That's awesome in itself, man.

I opened the package. And apparently Laga have sent me Christmas. It's the first time I see something like it, IRL: presents in red and green and silver. A Christmas tree. Snow. Fairies. Dead bugs. And a Santa.

I'll explain.

Laga triumphed everything I knew. More than the presents themselves, she actually managed to capture some of that Christmas I've been hearing and reading about for so long and send it to me in the shape of a USB Santa, a Christmas tree to plant and grow, and gifts in red and green and silver. And there was a plastic snowflake, wrapped in a paper with the writing "Someone tripped the wrong fucking snowflake". The snowflake is now tied to my bag, to remind me of you. There were dishes and earrings (one pair of earrings contained the dead bugs - I laughed and thought that's really something Lagaish to send!), a book of fairies, a really beautiful small bag which I can't wait to use, and if there was something else I forgot to write about it's probably still hiding under all of these gift wraps on my bed.

And after reading the card (yes! that was so much worth the wait!), but before opening any present, I pretty much just stopped for a few minutes and moved the presents around, looking at them. Because I had Christmas in front of me, just with the wrappings in themselves. And I never had that before, y'know? So that feeling alone - which I saw so many times expressed by others on my TV screen - now I had it.

It felt great.

It was a feeling of wowness (I decide if that's a word, stupid spellchecker - don't tease me, you bitca). And slowly, opening one gift after another, I realized just how much magic and Christmas-ness Laga managed to put into one medium box. Never-mind the presents, this feeling along... I felt so blessed.

And omnis... you know, sometimes I think this board takes me too seriously. (Which is excellent. Don't stop. I'll remember you favorably when I'll rule the world). Because thanks to omnis, I'm now also the proud owner of this: [link] If I weren't so beat from all of the tension of the past few weeks, I'd bake right now (and it would be fucking great). But I'll wait for tomorrow, and may this cookie jar always be full.

Bottom line: You guys. You guys. You guys.

I know I'm valued. I know I'm doing a lot of work. But there's nothing like Buffistas to remind me just how loved I am.

I'm so grateful to have you in my life.

Yeah, I might have teared a little getting all these gifts and writing this post. Which reminds me, actually, another important point to relate to: OMFG YOU CRAZY PEOPLE DON'T SEND ME STUFF IN PRIORITY MAIL! It costs fortune! I don't care how late you think you are - really, regular mail will do!

Wait, I don't wanna end this post yelling at you. So here goes:

I love you. And thank you, omnis and Laga and Buffitas (and God, I guess). So much.

There, better.

Edit: Ohhh, so that's how you spell wrapped. Stupid spellchecker.