...with whipped cream

How in the hell does Xmas sneak up like that? I thought I had a month and now I have 20 days and counting to finish writing prezzies!!! Good thing I like pressure. Wondering if I should plan a party, and then wondering who would even go? I live out in the boonies, Bay Area-ly speaking. I'm not even near the BART, so it would be difficult to get wasted at my house. Unless you want to crash on the floor. My cats would like that anyway.

So I got over, somewhat, urge to indulge in big fat fandomwank with character worshipper after Kittie and I had big discussion in which we both realized past fandom trauma had left us bitter about any sort of fundie with no sense of humor, and then connected to that to people who take OTPs waaay too seriously. And how OTPs, joking or deathly serious, all reflect that individual's personal beliefs about love and relationships and themselves. Which is why people fight over it. So we get it now. (Duh). Doesn't make it any less irritating. But whatever. We are Zen. Or something.

*am addicted to Peppermint Mochas, but not the crap from Starbucks*

Totally thinking lustful thoughts crushing a coworker for the past few days. Well ex coworker now (shut up, Kitten). I think I was before, but announcement of his leaving has made feelings more obvious. However, my brain, which alas, is still fully operational, is pointing out that any and all things I am thinking of would be a bad idea. *Sigh* Fun to think about though. Conceited bastard. *mmmmm*

Tell Mami what you want for Christmas...

heh heh. And thanks again, Kitten, for loaning me Darcy DVD, I will try to watch but first I must work on prezzies.

heeheehee

You are Viggo wearing an Orlando. Lucky bastard!


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damn uptight commodores!

Ok so the Commodore is insisting on turning into a woman from a Harlequin Romance. It's pissng me off. Or maybe it's pissing Jack off, and me through Jack. Since poor Jack is so very aroused right now. And I wonder if I've been inspired here by pir8fancier's Your Move story. But dammit why is Jack always the gas and Norry's always the brakes?

*rant rant rant*

Sorry. I can't help it.

Ai ya!