Well, the sharks have swum around full circle, and are coming back for a second bite.

No Thai for scotto tonight. He has to stay late at work, and make things all better… I’ll be lucky to get out of this joint by midnight, let alone 8. piffle. Looks like a pizza night. shoot.

Just as well, I’m sort of beat, and would prefer to be fresh for Jen’s chat.

{You can only see this in the reply zone! secret stuff! If you can see this, tell me… I’m curious! I’ll make you a balloon animal and everything!} edit, lj code changed, now everoyne can see it.

ok, I’m a little late for this bandwagon, but here I am.

Hark – the oracle speaks! A bolt of lightning falls from the sky! SHAZAAM! As the smoke clears, the hidden deity in you emerges and is revealed to be:

EROS, God of Love.

As a devotee of this long-neglected virtue, you are a committed romantic. You prefer to savor the joys of seduction before you step into the bedroom. This quality makes you incredibly attractive to women, who seem to melt in your presence. They sense your strong character and respect your ideals. They dream of stealing you away and making dreamy love to you all day long. Not to say you wouldn’t be happy to oblige, but you want to make sure that there’s some emotional or intellectual compatibility between you and your partner to carry the relationship along. By the time you are ready to show them your godly performance, they’re hooked. You take sex seriously and show your lucky woman a passion that has only existed in her wildest dreams. You are probably an emotionally expressive and sensitive person whose pleasure comes from pleasing others. Your chivalrous ways have probably earned you a following of fans and a trail of satisfied mortals in your wake.

ok, I’m all better now.

My anger has dissipated. I still am not keen on being lied to. that is one of my buttons. stupid lies don’t bother me. fish stories, bragging, whatever, fine. If you say “I am there for you, I will cover your back, you can depend on me” and then go out to lunch when I am being thrown to the wolves, well. If I live through the being eaten alive, don’t ask me for any favors.

A co-worker just did that to me. I needed him, told him so, he said the above, and proceeded to leave 4 minutes after saying so. garrumph.

If you can’t or won’t do something, don’t commit to me that you will. I know things come up. but “Life happens”, or “something better came along” doesn’t cut it. Lunch is not a life changing circumstance. A death did not occur.

I’m now officailly over it, but will never trust that person with anything of value again, and if he asks, I’ll let him know why. Unprofessional and unkind behavior rarely goes unpunished.

His report card now reads “does not play well with others” in my mental gradebook.

Thank you to the sweethearts who came to my rescue with hugs and loves by the way.

onto more happy things, maybe thai tonight will happen, although I’m not interested in griping now that I’ve vented here. I will be a dutiful listener though, and tell all the lovely stories of recent memory, like about my crush, and how newton plays fetch with paperwads, and how cool the new godzilla movie is.

Note to the world.

If any of your residents decides to lie to me today, for the rest of the day, or break my trust, I, a normally docile, laid back, calm and loving person will proceed to rip said oath-breaker/trust-taker’s arms from trunk and beat said being beowulf style until they no longer function. (all of the above, arms, trunk, and said person.)

Do not lie to me today. Do not break a promise to me today.

Do buy me lunch and give me hugs.

*angry angry*

looks left, then right for a happy thing

Cookie Belcher. 🙂 Getting better.

Rant off.

Up Up and away (In my Beautiful airship)

The best UFO story of all is the story of the fabulous airship of 1897. It’s got everything: contactees, cattle mutilation, sonorous pronouncements, mysterious lights, the planet Venus, alien bodies, crash wreckage, Men in Black, politics and sex. Well, it doesn’t have much sex. It was 1897, after all.

The full story will follow someday soon. in the meantime, just know that there’s nothing new under the sun. 🙂

another day, another… what?

Beginning again. I had a nice time last night, despite not being online or going out to thai. 🙂 played with the cat, talked on the phone , and just had a relaxing evening at home.

I’m curious… do any of you folks have a word or two that sounds particularly silly or funny?

I have a few…. Yucca Flats. Ricardo Montalban, Komkquat. The word boink. I’m laughing now, and my cubemate thinks I’m insane. (I just said, well, boink, komquat!”)

Cookie Belcher? Is that really a name? Or are people messing with me? Who names a boy Cookie? What kind of nick name is it? like Dick Butkis. What were they thinking? Did they speak english?

Coherency later.


I’m thinking back on the month when I was completely without a place to stay. I wouldn’t wish that on anyone, especially anyone with a family. (I’m alone, so I didn’t have those responsiblities, thank goodness.) Showering at the beach, not having any way to talk to people, being ashamed of not having a place to stay, or a job. No home or job together is a nasty combination. I had caches of stuff all over town at people’s houses, (places where I would rather be homeless than stay… filthy, horrid places.)
I’m not planning on falling into that situation ever again. contrary to what folks might think, not all homeless people group together… I think I saw maybe three others my whole time out there. also, lots of them willing to work for money, or food are very happy to take whatever charity you can offer, even if it is a sandwich or some kind words.

I’m all weirded out now. not going to talk about it anymore. For what it’s worth, I have some wonderful friends, and I need not worry about anything like that happening soon. I make good money, and there are some family-types that will help out when needed (not that I do, currently.)

That’s why I let April stay as long as I did. I won’t ever turn anyone out to the street, unless I fear for my life.


Well, no thai for Scotto tonight. feh. bah. ugh.

other monosyllables ending in h.

I might even use JennyLee’s fneu.

Yeah. fneu!

It’s sad, one of JenJen’s clients (she’s a counsellor) is losing a home tonight, so it’ll take a while for her to work with them. Thai tomorrow instead, if all works out. I’m sort of sad that I was careless regarding folks feelings today… I’m generally better about things like that. I’m also very sad that those people are going to lose a place to live that they called home. A wide range, hm? A percieved insult to being homeless.

What to have for supper? I’m not hungry.

I posted my first profanity the other night. (I think it was the first out here) I was quoting from a movie. unless bitch counts as a profanity, in which case, I was talking about a whining-fest I was planning on having tonight.

I’m still behind in scrabble. my oppponent is truly mighty.

good day, good friends, good food, good grief.

Well, I got into work an hour an a half ago, and still haven’t managed to accomplish anything of significant value.

Lunch time already, and I ordered a big honking veggie & cheese sub on wheat, extra oregano, no onions. yummy. Will I get to eat it before going out tonight for Thai? Probably not.

The scabble game continues, with Cider crushing me soundly beneath her well-heeled, yet remarkably sexy, shiny boot. I have 35 points, and she has 54, and it’s my turn, just now. My great word? As. as in, “as in.” I’m painted into a corner, and cursing my devil tiles. not much room to move!

naughty or Nice test

You’re On the Verge
We won’t call the Vice Squad quite yet, but you’re just a few crazy nights away from officially becoming “naughty.” You’ve broken your share of rules — maybe had a few flings, taken some serious risks, embellished the truth every now and again to save your skin — but you’re still nice when it counts. If it’s dangerous, cruel, or really illegal, chances are you haven’t done it. Which is probably just as it should be. We all like to walk on the wild side now and then (it can be so much fun to be bad!), but it’s important to strike a balance and keep your urges in check. You’re doing pretty darn well so far — keep up the good work!

bah, humbug.

My going out plans have been stymied. I guess this means I was fated to do laundry tonight after all. drat.

*sigh* and now I am over it. Tomorrow, I go out for Thai food with JenJen, where we will comiserate about the lack of good local talent and how much better life would be if we found jobs, mates, and living areas better suited to our needs. Yes, a whiny bitchfest. But, I have some good news to tell her this time around, in that I’ll be changing jobs soon, and a crush on a sweet gal. I understand she’s heading out on a date tonight, so maybe I’ll get an earful, too!

Who knows?

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