Giant hugs and sloppy kisses to the kind, anonymous soul who gifted me with 6 more months of paid account time, plus extra user pics. You're too kind. And I didn't even have to resort to a pointed two-liner post where I whine about having 3 lousy icons.
But then again, I'd never do that...because none of my icons are lousy :-*
Of course, this also means that I'm under a certain obligation to keep updating and making the gift worthwhile. What a crafty monkey!
I had a date tonight. Okay, so I didn't exactly ask him beforehand, but there's something to be said for divebomb dating. I felt like a paratrooper jumping into unknown territory armed only with a bag of Thai food and a bottle of cabernet.
I emerged more or less intact. Only had to absorb a few jibes about my fashion choices. Baby blue rocks, motherfucker. I love it. And two words: Orange spandex. Let's not go there.
Tomorrow I rock Iowa. If Iowa can be rocked. This has yet to be determined.
And I'm on the cover of
Keyboard Magazine this month. Christ, could they over-contrast my face any more? I have no nose!