This one goes out to JP
I appear to have a terminal case of the nudges...
So okay, I haven't been online much. I haven't been updating much. I suppose as far as LiveJournalism goes, I officially suck. I admit it. I got nudged by JP and glared at all the way from the UK by Lizzie so here I am.
What's been going on? Let's see...
I've been much more active in real life than in online life. I still play a bit, and I'm missing some of my dear old friends both in the gaming world and in the writing world. I haven't written a thing in forever, it seems. Just a story based off Lizzie & my characters in C_wtf (please don't expect html this early in the am) so so so long ago. I never posted it anywhere public, and only one or two of you have read it, but it pleased me at the time, and that's what counted then.
I could blather on and on about stuff that's happened, but it's all just stuff. Let's try and hit some high notes.
Last month, I don't remember the date, Pookie, the Aardvark and I went to see The Sisters of Mercy at House of Blues. We had a blast. The opening band - Warlock - played the same song six or seven times - although they called it something new each time they did it. It wasn't a bad song, but I did get a little tired of it by the time they were done. The Sisters were good and we had a wonderful time; the crowd was hilarious and the lessons learned from the entire evening came down to this: 1) Andrew Eldritch is not aging gracefully and should never ever wear Charlie Brown t-shirts. (Should anyone, really?) 2) I still hate House of Blues at Disney. 3) The definitive phrase of the evening was "the undead come in all sizes." Yes they do.
MY BOSS ROCKS. If I haven't made that clear before, let me say it again now. Brian is the shit. He took a rare day-and-a-half off and took his wife to New York for their anniversary over a long weekend. When he came back he called a meeting and insisted that we ALL attend, no exceptions. I thought all hell was going to bust loose until he sent someone down for us to draw numbers - all except Pookie, who didn't get a number. I was a bit concerned that the numbers were the order in which the beatings would commence and I wasn't too happy drawing #2, but as it turned out, there were no beatings scheduled. When we got upstairs, he handed Pookie a Rolex and the rest of us matched our numbers to the 2006 spring line of Gucci and Louis Vuitton bags he brought back for us.
I now carry a purse that cost more than my first car...
Ironically, I drive a car that cost more than my first house.
That's the weird situation of real estate right now though. Pookie had a house built last year and this year the identical house sold for twice what he paid for it. Real Estate is where it's at right now.
I have tickets to see HIM at HoB on May 3 - and the opening band is... Aiden. (How weird is that? First with 30stm and now with HIM. And the idea of 30stm and HIM at the same festival in NJ has the plot bunnies a hoppin' doesn't it?)
Yep, I can see HIM becoming an obsession. And each new one seems to eclipse the one that came before, yet I manage to hold on to all of them. Pretty soon I'm going to need a can of Crisco and a shoe horn to get any more obsessions in here.
The Aardvark and I are planning this year's vacation extravaganza. It took a lot of fast talking on my part, but I think we're actually going to do it - she went out and bought travel books! Although she says I have to learn a new language... I said if she could make out what that Dublin cab driver said, she could get us through anything.
Okay, more on that later. I've gone as further than anyone should let me go. This long-ass ramble is all on your shoulders, JP. I was quiet and unobtrusive until you nudged. See what you stirred up?
Love you guys.
Kitty
So okay, I haven't been online much. I haven't been updating much. I suppose as far as LiveJournalism goes, I officially suck. I admit it. I got nudged by JP and glared at all the way from the UK by Lizzie so here I am.
What's been going on? Let's see...
I've been much more active in real life than in online life. I still play a bit, and I'm missing some of my dear old friends both in the gaming world and in the writing world. I haven't written a thing in forever, it seems. Just a story based off Lizzie & my characters in C_wtf (please don't expect html this early in the am) so so so long ago. I never posted it anywhere public, and only one or two of you have read it, but it pleased me at the time, and that's what counted then.
I could blather on and on about stuff that's happened, but it's all just stuff. Let's try and hit some high notes.
Last month, I don't remember the date, Pookie, the Aardvark and I went to see The Sisters of Mercy at House of Blues. We had a blast. The opening band - Warlock - played the same song six or seven times - although they called it something new each time they did it. It wasn't a bad song, but I did get a little tired of it by the time they were done. The Sisters were good and we had a wonderful time; the crowd was hilarious and the lessons learned from the entire evening came down to this: 1) Andrew Eldritch is not aging gracefully and should never ever wear Charlie Brown t-shirts. (Should anyone, really?) 2) I still hate House of Blues at Disney. 3) The definitive phrase of the evening was "the undead come in all sizes." Yes they do.
MY BOSS ROCKS. If I haven't made that clear before, let me say it again now. Brian is the shit. He took a rare day-and-a-half off and took his wife to New York for their anniversary over a long weekend. When he came back he called a meeting and insisted that we ALL attend, no exceptions. I thought all hell was going to bust loose until he sent someone down for us to draw numbers - all except Pookie, who didn't get a number. I was a bit concerned that the numbers were the order in which the beatings would commence and I wasn't too happy drawing #2, but as it turned out, there were no beatings scheduled. When we got upstairs, he handed Pookie a Rolex and the rest of us matched our numbers to the 2006 spring line of Gucci and Louis Vuitton bags he brought back for us.
I now carry a purse that cost more than my first car...
Ironically, I drive a car that cost more than my first house.
That's the weird situation of real estate right now though. Pookie had a house built last year and this year the identical house sold for twice what he paid for it. Real Estate is where it's at right now.
I have tickets to see HIM at HoB on May 3 - and the opening band is... Aiden. (How weird is that? First with 30stm and now with HIM. And the idea of 30stm and HIM at the same festival in NJ has the plot bunnies a hoppin' doesn't it?)
Yep, I can see HIM becoming an obsession. And each new one seems to eclipse the one that came before, yet I manage to hold on to all of them. Pretty soon I'm going to need a can of Crisco and a shoe horn to get any more obsessions in here.
The Aardvark and I are planning this year's vacation extravaganza. It took a lot of fast talking on my part, but I think we're actually going to do it - she went out and bought travel books! Although she says I have to learn a new language... I said if she could make out what that Dublin cab driver said, she could get us through anything.
Okay, more on that later. I've gone as further than anyone should let me go. This long-ass ramble is all on your shoulders, JP. I was quiet and unobtrusive until you nudged. See what you stirred up?
Love you guys.
Kitty