That was actually Nilly's brother.
F2F 2: Is there anybody here that hasn't slept together?
Plan what to do, what to wear (you can never go wrong with a corset), and get ready for the next BuffistaCon: New Orleans! May 20-22, 2005!
I think it's Dresden Dolls on Friday,
The Friday *I'm* there? They were in Chicago this past weekend, as was I, but my girlfriends didn't want to go, so I missed the show.
Can we go? Can we can we can we?
Nilly asked me to to tell everyone that in her view, the stuff about the kosher bath was joking about her and kosher rules, and not making a joke against anyone.
Speaking for myself, I was kind of poking fun at myself, since I did the freak out thing before she got to my place too.
So I can use my Scrubbing Bubbles O'Pork? Because it really is my favorite cleanser.
Trudy - that is in prep for your milk bath, right?
But of course!
Then I play with my pet lobster treyfy while knitting linen and wool together.
The whole ritual is very soothing (and pagan!)
Then I play with my pet lobster treyfy while knitting linen and wool together.
Now I'm wondering how Dallas would react to a pet lobster. I think she'll be a lot more comfortable with the pork-scented tub.
Dallas and Treyfy get along just fine as I keep them on different ends of the property.
Dallas and Treyfy get along just fine as I keep them on different ends of the property.
I've seen your apartment. It doesn't have 'different ends'.
"That is one spiky dog. Why would you want a dog that spiky? It doesn't have soft, silky fur like mine. You cannot cuddle a dog like that."
The alpha dog question would be a difficult one to answer. Lobsters are the sort of critter that you only ever piss off once, but they don't exactly come across as terribly ambitious.
And my jukebox is now playing They Might Be Giants' Mr Claw. This morning it coughed up Chariots Of Fire. All about the apropos, is my jukebox.
Or maybe we were just kidding around...
Next person to do that to me before I put Nilly on a plane to Boston next Monday? Dies bloody.
Seriously. Please, please PLEASE do not kid not around on this particular topic until after the visit. Then my sense of humour about not doing shit right may come back. Or it may not.
There is no mildew in my tub. It's not attached to a wall. It's giant and freestanding and it's kept very clean indeed because it is, because I'm violently allergic to mildew; triggers what would be asthma attacks if I had anything resembling asthma.
Man. More coffee.
edit: OK, caffeine achieved, some sense of porportion probably in the mix. Sorry to be a testy poop.