oh my...

so, i'm totally addicted to flair. on facebook. omg. and i believe i've corrupted the senator as well. today he sent me this one:
it's totally me. :)

he sent me this one at the beginning of the month. i'm hoping i don't have to wait until christmas to get to see him. *sigh*

i'm ready

and surprisingly not panicking.

internet, i've met someone. he's about as perfect for me as you can get. which is to say, he's not perfect at all. he has flaws and has made mistakes in his life and chokes on his own toes a lot. and i'm completely gaga for him. he's never been married and doesn't have any children. he can't wait to meet my monkey though. he's a "cat person" and understands why i want to kill the dog on a a weekly basis (not because i hate the dog, but because the dog irritates me to no end -- no uproar needed). he knows about all my crazies and has already had to deal with a few, all with positive results. the coolest part of all of this, he feels exactly the same way i do.

i'm ready, internet. i'm jumping in, with both feet. eyes wide open. :)

grr...

i'm getting sick of jm not understanding that no one cares that he hates doing one tiny party of his job. it's a major part of the rest of the department's job and we hate it too.

so, nut it up buddy boy. it's part of your job too.

i'm tapped

i've got nothing.

i still have that one in the works in my head. but it's proving difficult to put to paper (as it were).

i'm sitting at the studio, waiting for my night to be done, finally. i think i may pack up and get my butt home. home is where i've wanted to be all day. the day. the weather. my exhaustion. i'm ready to crawl in bed... have been since i left it this morning.