Women and money, as well as a dream
This morning I caught a spider. He had a black body and long red legs, and was of a decent size for a house spider.
I scooped him up and took him outside. He landed in the grass and scampered away.
My car is nearly out of gas, and I can't take a dime out of my checking account. If I did, I would overdraw the account by a few cents when my mortgage check was cashed by my bank.
On the bright side, I can probably fill up using my credit card. Never was I more thankful that money doesn't actually exist before.
I've spent some time recently with lots of women. Erien over email and IM, raherakht over the phone, singingwren over lunch and email, and Tina in person. It's been nice, though I admit I've been missing shizukagozen.
I'm very thankful for each, and have come to realize that sometimes you don't know how important a person is to you until you hit one of those points in your life where they mean everything to you.
Today was also a day to add some random Chaos Workings to the Generator I also fleshed out my PSA page a bit.
Perhaps most interesting, though, was a dream from last night. I was at some PCCO event and they auctioned me off for their profit. Amusingly, my Mom offered me up for auctioning.
Basically, it was one of these bachelor auctions, where men are auctioned off for a date for charity or something. what the women were bidding on me for was unclear (i.e. I don't know what they got out of it, other than the vague idea that they'd "have me" for two nights during the event), but I was the last man to be bid on.
There was some scattered bidding, but in the end, I went to rubydolphin for $133.
She got me for the two days, but there were some catches to this because I went for the most money:
So rubydolphin and I more or less wandered around, avoiding certain women who had bid on me (the elf-girl in particular). We ended up hiding in a large room with sloped ceilings, and I found that I had problems with my boot laces: the laces were fuzzing up and coming apart.
The dream fizzles out after that.
Erien, I was amused to hear, determined that she would have purchased me outright at that price.
For a guy who couldn't be sold for a dollar seven and a half years ago, that's not bad.
But that dream inspired the following poll:
Poll Poll 8: Come and get it!
I scooped him up and took him outside. He landed in the grass and scampered away.
My car is nearly out of gas, and I can't take a dime out of my checking account. If I did, I would overdraw the account by a few cents when my mortgage check was cashed by my bank.
On the bright side, I can probably fill up using my credit card. Never was I more thankful that money doesn't actually exist before.
I've spent some time recently with lots of women. Erien over email and IM, raherakht over the phone, singingwren over lunch and email, and Tina in person. It's been nice, though I admit I've been missing shizukagozen.
I'm very thankful for each, and have come to realize that sometimes you don't know how important a person is to you until you hit one of those points in your life where they mean everything to you.
Today was also a day to add some random Chaos Workings to the Generator I also fleshed out my PSA page a bit.
Perhaps most interesting, though, was a dream from last night. I was at some PCCO event and they auctioned me off for their profit. Amusingly, my Mom offered me up for auctioning.
Basically, it was one of these bachelor auctions, where men are auctioned off for a date for charity or something. what the women were bidding on me for was unclear (i.e. I don't know what they got out of it, other than the vague idea that they'd "have me" for two nights during the event), but I was the last man to be bid on.
There was some scattered bidding, but in the end, I went to rubydolphin for $133.
She got me for the two days, but there were some catches to this because I went for the most money:
- I had to pay for the PCCO's entertainment (some lame band) for the second night
- I had to pay 1/3 the final bid on me.
So rubydolphin and I more or less wandered around, avoiding certain women who had bid on me (the elf-girl in particular). We ended up hiding in a large room with sloped ceilings, and I found that I had problems with my boot laces: the laces were fuzzing up and coming apart.
The dream fizzles out after that.
Erien, I was amused to hear, determined that she would have purchased me outright at that price.
For a guy who couldn't be sold for a dollar seven and a half years ago, that's not bad.
But that dream inspired the following poll:
Poll Poll 8: Come and get it!