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Tomorrow we trek off to Park City for the 2nd annual CMC Symposium. I went shopping last night, and went a little overboard with the cute stuff. I needed new clothes, damnit, and I was going to have them. *fist shake* I'm taking Miss Lucy Belle to the petshotel tonight. I'm going to miss that little bug. Earlier in the week she decided to sneak over to the neighbors down the street and get into a fight. Since then, she's been constantly under foot. I think the man yelling at her to go home scared her. I hope it's enough to keep her from going back over. I'm also away that I'm anthropomorphizing and that she's probably forgotten the entire ordeal. Pooka will be taking care of Cricket, who I'm worried about. She has stopping yakking up everything, but I don't want her to start again whilst I'm away.
Isn't the world a different, better place in a good bra? It's amazing.
I've planted tomatoes. Most of them are growing nicely. The rose bushes have started blooming, and look lovely. I love mowing the lawn. It's one of the pleasures in my life.
I think I'm going to try to sell Delilah to Pooka. We'll see. I'm not totally sure I can afford a new car, even though I want.
I need to remember to call Miss Judy up for a dinner date.
I'm starting to adore Ohno more and more. I really want to find the lastest episode of Utaban where the poor guy is all sunburned. I spent all last night in search of it, and couldn't find the entire episode. I did, however, come across some of the old episodes with Gackt. One he was talking about making curry, and how it takes four days. He was so dry. I was laughing pretty hard, but then I found the crotch split conversation and just about doubled over. He kept saying, "I hope my pants don't split" which means I'm sure everyone else was saying, "gee, I hope his pants split."
I watched Tokyo Tower on Sunday and I did. not. like. I dunno, seeing someone whom I adore in sexual connotations makes me nervous. Some of Matsumoto-kuns performances make me very uncomfortable.
It's something I'm working on in therapy.
I hope it's true, though, that he is a detail oriented perfectionist who hates mornings and has a small personal bubble. That makes him shine in my book. And that he reads all his fan mail. I find that endearing.
I've been listening to lots and lots of glay recently.
::beamy out::
Isn't the world a different, better place in a good bra? It's amazing.
I've planted tomatoes. Most of them are growing nicely. The rose bushes have started blooming, and look lovely. I love mowing the lawn. It's one of the pleasures in my life.
I think I'm going to try to sell Delilah to Pooka. We'll see. I'm not totally sure I can afford a new car, even though I want.
I need to remember to call Miss Judy up for a dinner date.
I'm starting to adore Ohno more and more. I really want to find the lastest episode of Utaban where the poor guy is all sunburned. I spent all last night in search of it, and couldn't find the entire episode. I did, however, come across some of the old episodes with Gackt. One he was talking about making curry, and how it takes four days. He was so dry. I was laughing pretty hard, but then I found the crotch split conversation and just about doubled over. He kept saying, "I hope my pants don't split" which means I'm sure everyone else was saying, "gee, I hope his pants split."
I watched Tokyo Tower on Sunday and I did. not. like. I dunno, seeing someone whom I adore in sexual connotations makes me nervous. Some of Matsumoto-kuns performances make me very uncomfortable.
It's something I'm working on in therapy.
I hope it's true, though, that he is a detail oriented perfectionist who hates mornings and has a small personal bubble. That makes him shine in my book. And that he reads all his fan mail. I find that endearing.
I've been listening to lots and lots of glay recently.
::beamy out::