Am I the only one depressed about Peter Jennings? I think he was my first realization that Canadians could actually be sexy and not just one-half of the "Dead or Canadian?" category on the old MTV show Remote Control.

For the love of God, somebody help me. He's driving me crazy.

Anyone want to make a Starbucks run with me?

Well, that was... I'm not even sure what words I can use to describe it (some aspiring writer I am). Let's just say it was one of the more memorable evenings of my life, and I owe that to one dashing gentleman in particular. And I thank the rest of you for not making fun of me too much. Not to my face anyway, which is the important thing ( Read more... )

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Well, I decided that it's not every day one attends a formal occasion with a member of nobility, so I splurged. I'll be paying this off over the next couple of months, but I think it might be worth it.

So here's my dress.

The shoes were a little more reasonable. (I got them in gold, to go with the gold chandelier ( Read more... )

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[e-mail to Toby ( Read more... )

I never thought I'd be saying this, but -- I have Toby's balls. I have Toby's balls and I'm not afraid to use them.

And yes, I am referring to the pink rubber balls he keeps banging against every available surface in an effort to drive me insane. Get your minds out of the gutter.

Wait, that still sounded dirty, didn't it?