Pippa's Song
Okay, yeah, I've also tried to write this entry three times but we only have one phone line right now and it keeps knocking me off. Damnable dialup. So my dearheart Stephanie, I am both lazy and cursed by ill-working technology.
So we lose a month. By and by.
But, I did have a good time in Texas/Oklahoma.
I also just got a freaky e-mail porn thing about a giant cock that can break down walls. Metaphorical, I'm assuming. Either way, I appreciate this kind of intensity and creativity in the porn spam I'm about to delete.
All this stuff that happened. My sister and my friend is getting Married! Takes such a thing to make me feel old, old, old. But my sister is her Maid of Honor, so I guess the first wedding I get to witness, I get to see from the inside.
But it really is cool because I really like her boyfriend and think that it's entirely healthy and cool and not like my 16 year old sister who has everythhing all planned out and just makes me feel gross like toejam gross about relationships.
Um. More. More. LOTR won some MTV awards, RAH, RAH!
Okay, vacation talk. We drove. Or well, my sister drove mostly to Norman and we chatted with our friend Emily who went with us to our other sister's house in Ft. Worth and went to an Anime convention and I got a new anime to watch which is just so cool and CUUUUUUUTE! Fruits Basket. I love Yuki and Kyo and Shigure. Mmm-hmmm. There's some animated eye-candy, bay-bay.
Went to Scarborough Faire. Sexy ass mandolin player at the entrance. Hoy. It was very cool but I was very broke.
There was a new palmist there which I really wanted to go to but no cash suckeroonies. Hopefully at the Colorado Ren Faire. Lots of cleavage and cool folk there.
We brought home a new cat from Emily's cat place, named her Maddie after a funny Gaelic screw-up but no matter, she's all black and really shy.
Atkinsing is going well only majorly deprived of brownies, pizza, and bread. I feel tinier. It's funny, because this is exactly what I wanted/feared and it's just happening and I'm okay with it.
Okay, totally watching the Tribe. Jack is....MRRRRROW! Jack is darling and DAMN that Ellie for screwing with him and not just SCREWING with him. Ahem. Blue Hair Luke is okay when Jack-ie Boy is not around giving her candlelit dinners and tongue-ing? her happily.
Um, she made the wrong move. But he still takes her back! Ugh.
Um, I'm really sick right now and can't breathe out mah nose. That's hot, huh?
Um. I have no job. That sucks. Can't find one, sucks worse.
No, I'm delusionally psychotic normally, I'm just going through a bad stage right now.
What else, what else? Orlando, my love, is going to be in an Eric Idle film. IS THAT NOT THE COOLEST? Not to mention Pirates of the Caribbean, bringing the pretty.
Heard the documentary about Figwit's like still going with grant money and all. That rocks, but I know there there's no way in hell I can get to Edinburgh to celebrate with all the Figster's chickiees and I am aforementionedly broke.
We're putting down sod.
My aunt is coming.
Hugh Jackman's hosting of the Tonys may make me actually watch the damn thing for the first time ever.
Really, really loving Avalanche music wise right now.
...letting myself get away, Stephanie will e-mail me and all will be right with the world.
