rispacooper | Dammit people

Where's all the fun chat and heated debate to distract me from the writing I am supposed to be doing today???? Ain't nuthin' goin' on that I can see. (There's just no there there...and I know Steiny supposedly said that about Oakland, being different from the Oakland --was it Oakland?-- where she grew up, but I think she ought to come back to life and visit it now. One might agree that it differs radically from the town she knew as a child, but there is *definitely* something *there*.....crack!.

I did find these on

imre_nico's flist, which amused me greatly. And I did find out that Stephen Colbert (the precious!) has a Myspace, as does Michael Ian Black (geek god!). But dammit, how can that keep me from the black vortex that will undoubtedly occur when I press on with NeNe's madness and despair!!expletive deleted!!

And yes...there was coffee. A lot of coffee. And a lovely dream with me very drunk in Vegas, partying with a bunch of hookers. (Yeah, why hookers I don't know either, but they were nice I guess, and helped me keep on eye on my Coach bag. Which was good, as I do lose things when I've been drinking, even dream Coach bags).

My boss tried to psychonanlyze me the other day. She's an idiot, but still, it's annoying. (as Pooky would say, Only *I* can do that). And I'm of course just ~~insecure~~ paranoid enough to start wondering if she was right. grrrrrrrr.

But just finished reading, "From Russia with Love" by Ian Fleming. It's fascinating. Plus, all women do want to be raped you know. We're just panting for it. Obviously.