Oh! Let me tell you about my shallow moment of glee from last night: Neil Gaiman told me he liked the pink streaks in my hair, and said they were very fetching.

Jilli's shallow moments of glee are strangely more exciting than mine! FUN!

smonster! I left my phone at Francie's house and just now discovered it! If you texted me, I have not been ignoring your; I lost my phone and I am a little drunkish.

I am sorry to heat this; there is nothing wrong with YOU, you haven't met the right person at the right time for you yet. I know it sucks to hear and to feel, as I felt it for YEARS and I was so fucking tired of it. So the only words I have really don't help much -- I've heard them -- but remember I'm HBIC and I'm right when I say you are fun and cute and awesome and it's ok that something doesn't work it; it doesn't mean nothing will ever work out.

Um. That's my tispy diatribe. Brought to you by Cupcake Shiraz. Which was good. And it's nice out, and I very much like a cool evening, red wine buzz. It's been too long.

Anne, your story had me clutching my boobs in sympathy. Yeouch.

CHiKat, what a clusterfuck of a week. Ups and downs. Have some Fernet And enjoy that feeling of "OMG, gee gosh maybe?" It's awfully fun. And if you have to have insomnia, that's a better reason than most all others!

Even when tispy, Erin is still HBIC and right. Most specifically about this:

I'm right when I say you are fun and cute and awesome and it's ok that something doesn't work it; it doesn't mean nothing will ever work out

And also this:

enjoy that feeling of "OMG, gee gosh maybe?" It's awfully fun. And if you have to have insomnia, that's a better reason than most all others!

That's EXACTLY how I'm feeling right now. And it isn't bad reason for insomnia. And, I get to see him tomorrow, so that doesn't suck either.

(Please note: I reread my previous mind dump and saw all the typos that I am going to attribute to the lateness of the hour and leave for posterity. I realy kan spel beter then that.)

I misspelled some stuff too. But not edit. ANARCHY! Going to tipsy window shop on the Internet, until I go to sleep. In a little but, after I drink this water and gace-mace...wask.

WASH MY GODDANM FACE>

Oh, god.

Hee. You guys are cute. I'm more tired than tipsy right now and I think you're still more coherent than I am.

ChiKat, that was a hell of a rollercoaster, I'm not surprised your brain won't let you rest right now. I've got a link for you: [link] It's billed as the most relaxing music in the world.

smonster, listen to the HBIC! She is wise and smart and has the smoothest butt in the world. She knows shit, okay? And listen to the music, too.

Sail, I listened to that music and it was a bit relaxing at first but then it just got annoying.

And now there is cat sex going on outside my window. That's not really relaxing, eitiher.

Gah, cat sex! Bad cats, go somewhere else.

I found the music did go through an annoying phase, but then it just kind of blended into this drone that was pleasant and ended. Eh, I guess it works for some people, we're just not those people.

Oh, Anne! I didn't realize that happened in public. Ouch, and eesh.

ChiKat, even good stress is still stress. I hope you can find some down time to regain equilibrium.

gace-mace...wask.

Ahahahaha. So awesome.

He's just not the right serial monogamist, is all. Mismatch, I wish you a better mutual match next time.

Thank you, ita !, and amyth, and Stephanie, and everyone. Feeling better this morning, if a little fragile. PMS brings things to my attention forcefully that I have been trying to ignore, and I apparently needed to start grieving. It's just hard to think about finding the energy to start again with the meeting people and stuff. Half of me wonders if I'll hear from him again, and the other half just wants to officially end it now. I feel like I've been in limbo long enough.

I'm off to have brunch with an awesome friend from out of town - she's paying, and then we'll use my gift certificate later.

Wow, Chi, that's a lot. You know what I take away from that? You're the only thing at school that a suicidal girl likes, and you're the teacher a boy can grieve with and you're the teacher who makes sure her kids get to their speech tournament even when the bus doesn't come at ass o'clock in the morning on the weekend.

Which means you're a pretty fucking awesome teacher. No wonder this guy is into you.

That's a MUCH better -- and an accurate -- take-away than I had at drunk o' clock, Hec. Nicely said.

I had about 4 glasses of wine in 4 hours last night, and I am a LIGHTWEIGHT apparently this days. Heh.

Also? Did not wash my goddamn face last night. But I did drink the whole glass of water.

I feel fine, this morning, and smonster, I'll text you when I get my phone back iffn you wanna talk.

Anne -- how are your boobs?

(Reminds me of archery class, when I caught my tit in the string. I yelled MOTHERFUCKER into my 10th grade gym class, and my female gym teacher came over to give me hell for cursing.

She saw tears in my eyes, asked me what happened, and when I stutteringly told her -- 10th grade, I was not the brazen woman I am now -- she....kinda had a hard time going between sympathetic face and OH, God, I can't laugh in a student's face-face. I didn't get in trouble.

This was back in oh, '87, so really sports bras weren't big, and almost no girls wore them for gym class. Certainly not unsporty me.)

Ramble. Need more coffee. Anyway, hope the girls are ok.

what David said Chikat. really you are amazing! congrats on the play

It is morning and I don't spell as well as the drunk and tired posters