This KateP makes me so much happier than the "I feel too ooky to look at dry toast" KateP of a few weeks ago.

High-functioning sociopaths have that "fake sincerity" down so well that it's almost a superpower.

Just look at Ted Bundy!

No delicious bacon egg cups for me. It's strictly bananas, ginger ale, and crackers today. Imagine my excitement.

Ew. Cups with eggs.

Oh, who hasn't felt at least one pang of attraction to a sociopath? Stop lying to yourself.

Well, they were mostly fictional. Mostly. (and I guess so was Gus! Ba-dum-bum. Not that I had a pang of attraction, or really knew him at all. Just don't like it when people mess with my friends)

-t wins! Because of the bacon. No one else's post had bacon.

I had a frustrating morning, so I bought a maple bacon biscuit at the coffee place around the corner. It was pretty nom.

Me too, amych!

Snuggling with sociopaths? er, um, huh?

No. no. No snuggling with sociopaths, though everyone else's points are well taken about the charming and such.

Realizing that I was expressing a willingness to snuggle with a jerk, for the sake of snuggling, caused me to say outloud, "Wait a minute. No I'm not!"

So, I've got that going for me.

Bah. They held a vote on the holiday party and it's going to be somewhere I don't like. It's a place that does buffet lunches almost exclusively, so the food isn't very good (although you can eat as much as you like!) and it's loud and you have to stand in line a lot instead of chatting with your coworkers. Also, I don't think there's a bar.

The last two years we had a very nice lunch in a new place on the lake, in our own room, with excellent food. Now we're back to buffet-style and I am disgruntled.

ita can have her bacon cups with strictly cheese. Perkins is ... going to be cupless. Unless you can do that with sausage.

Ugh. I really don't want to talk about food, it turns out.

Also, msbelle, insent.

I posted something like this on his wall when I friended him.

I am really tempted to reply with "I may be Goth, but I don't accept friend requests from people who fake their deaths online".

Tho' thank you, Buffistas, for reminding me what his last name was. I, um, get a lot of FB friend requests, and I didn't remember who he was right off the bat.

Mmm, bagels.

Cheese bacon egg cups achieved. I'm not thrilled with how they came out, I think making them in ramekins in the toaster oven was a tactical mistake. Real muffin tins and real oven next time.