Title: Narf!
Reading: Book-A-Minute
Classics (condensed)
Eating: Penguin Mints
Random Link o' the Day:
Cartalk's review of the 1963 Dodge Dart
I am New Clothes Girl. Hear me roar.
Cynthia got tired of my one shopworn, tired, ragged-out, frayed pair of khakis (with the ink stain on the seat -- don't ask) that she took me to the mall and bought me two pairs of khakis, one pair of jeans, and assorted nifty shirts that may actually go with the khakis and jeans. My own personal fashion consultant, that woman is. This means that today I'm decked out in Geek Chic (a short-sleeve button-down and khakis, in case you're wondering) and am all about looking cool.
Cynthia has since taken to calling me "Dorky". I don't know why. Maybe it's the shuffle dance of joy I kept breaking into when contemplating my new duds. Ya think? But she loves me, really.
In Which Ian Gets Some Pussy:
Since Steve is moving out of the Geek Commune as we speak, and is taking his hellcats with him, the boys are down to three of the little bastards now. Ian gets twitchy at the thought of fewer than five cats around the house, so he's trotting over to Ft. Lupton tonight to pick up a couple of unsuspecting kittens. He says he's holding them for his dad, who had a similar pair (calico and ginger) until recently, so his dad might want the new kitties. I think it's just an excuse for Ian to take home some new furballs. He's funny like that. Give him a sob story about homeless kitties or puppies and he'll take them in every time, being the softy that he is.
This may explain his roommate situation.
I Exist, Therefore I Bitch:
My entire damn back is killing me and I don't know why. I bought a new bra on Saturday; maybe that's what's causing my back and ribs to feel like they're being squeezed to the point of implosion. Just wanted to share.
-- marcie.