If they ever discovered that gay marriage cures gay activism, the bastards would pass it in a minute.

Oy gay.

Being an account of those events whereby, perchance, I saved a life while contributing to the delinquency of minors.

( Apothecary's Notes #119 )

A joyous Beltane, all!

Comcast, illness, crazy work, laziness, and the boyfriend are working in collusion to make sure I never post again.

Rat Bastards. (Not you, dear.)

I finished all five books of the Belgariad, which I relished, and proceeded directly onto Wicked, per Josh's papal mandate. (Josh = my pope 4 life) It's an exquisiste ( Read more... )

White Mage
You scored 27% physical, 75% magic, 33% versatile, and 66% good!

You are a very mystical, caring person. You seek to ease the suffering of those around you, and as a result you have a mastery of healing and defensive magic. You are extremely valuable to your team because you can heal people's wounds instantly and protect them from ( Read more... )

Bwee!

I'm in Columbus with Cat.

Her keryboard is broken, so this will be short.

Love you all, and a full update on tonight's drunken debauchery when I'm at an operational terminal.

*console vacant*

Sorry kids. It's been entirely too long, ne? I'm sure you missed me ( Read more... )

So I was looking at naughty refridgerator magazines last night when I noticed ( Read more... )

I had a splendid day off yesterday.

Met with Jack & Missy and Bert after they got back from their Brigadoon's show. We got some hamburgers and chilled out. Bert was majorly trashed, so we spent the night there, awoken the next morning to Jack's singing:

"Get up old woman, you've slept too late, the crawfish wagon has passed your gate.I wish I ( Read more... )

I am so sickeningly smitten. I'm trying to be serene about it, I mean, gods... a year ago I'd have sneered at someone so overtly gleeful.

Bah. To the nine hells with stoicism, I'm no good at it.

I had a wonderful weekend, complete with the company of great friends, ballroom dancing, thoughtful gifts and ( wanton carnality )

I worked a midshift yesterday, so I was off at 8. I zipped over to Bert's so we could perhaps catch dinner at a real place instead of the 24-hour bastions of insomnia we're used to... we went to Frontera, because it was both open and we were feeling like Mexican food. The waiter had-- how to put this gently...I am reminded of a line from "Ms. ( Read more... )