!!!!! That is crazy talk. I am going to bed. Maybe a shower first.

It showed how she had been running every morning with Petraeus and I did think, "There's something off about this."

Was it the act of running, or something about how it was done?

Ginger is very suspicious of running.

Yeah, I mean who DOES that?

There was something about the way she talked about running with him. Maybe it's just because I can't imagine getting up at 6 and running several miles every day for a biography.

I know people are people (so why should it be....) but it's always fascinating to bump into a scandal of a group where you know no one and nothing about what's going on.

For reasonably random reasons I stumbled onto a professional suspension bondage brouhaha where there was an accident and the bottom fell and some people (including the bottom) feel that it was poorly handled--both unprofessional and irresponsible when it comes to top/bottom trust and understanding.

It's weirdly relaxing to be able to pick sides and ooh and ahh and have no fucking idea about context, but then again, it doesn't matter, because no ramifications whatsoever.

And to think! Just a random click away from Japanese improvised dildos! I love the internet.

I needed the distraction, because I got in the middle of a (white American) poster telling a (black African) poster that her reaction to the blanket descriptor of "Africa" in scenarios where the European country would probably be specified was prejudiced and problematic. Realising that it's not my place to start slinging "whitesplaining" around, because...not African, no matter how much I think I understand the POV espoused, and not the poster in questions. But, seriously...sometimes you want to say "Can you hear you right now?" but need to distract yourself with other communities and their drama so you don't shit in one of your backyards.

Checking out Once Upon A Time. It gets grey, right? Because Ginnifer Goodwin's character is barf-o-matic right now.

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I can't imagine getting up at 6 and running several miles every day for a biography.

Isn't that part and parcel of embedded behaviour?

Oh, shoppers? I went to Banana Republic today, all excited about using my 50% off 5 items coupon, and...all the full price stuff was 30% off anyway! I no longer felt special.

However, motherfucker. They clearly purchased my soul from Ann Taylor because I WANT IT ALL. However, I'm still finding myself unable to to size and fit pants properly. Skirts are okay, dresses great, tops marvellous (I almost have their full range of non-iron button down shirts in solids, tempted by stripes...) and there are constant coupons now that I have their stupid cards.

I really do need fairly high waisted pants, though. that fit at both waist and hips. Because not enough of my shirts are long enough, and certainly not enough are well-shaped enough to make me look blockish.

As far as jeans go, I'm still wearing the ones Kat helped me buy, which I think might make them older than her kids. But they fit at waist and hips, so...if only I could tell everyone "like Lucky did, in these discontinued jeans".

Ha! I went to Loft with a 40% off coupon, and the WHOLE STORE was 40% off without it! I wish I could wear Banana Republic—I love their stuff—but the reason Loft owns me is because their petite clothes fit me so well. I would have to be on stilts (no, really) to wear BR's pants.

Ann Taylor Loft shut down their store in the mall near me, and that's when I drifted away. They're back now, but BR is fucking killing it with the random discounts, and it's working perfectly to keep me attentive and wallet whetted.

Sad me, I ended up with a tuxedo shirt, pleated ruffle top (now I want one with sleeves...) as well as another sweater and a skinny belt. Fuckers, hitting me while I'm weak...but the fake feeling of bargain makes it all okay.

Isn't that part and parcel of embedded behaviour?

I suppose so, but she seemed to be the only one running with the general.