Went to Vancouver last night for dinner and donuts.

I found this weird little pointless game called Pick Up the Phone Booth and Die. There's supposed to be a way to win, but so far I've only figured out how to pick up the phone booth (and die.)

>go in
(the phone booth)
The booth is welded shut. Sucks to be you.

Another one from my mom:

R. You ask me the important questions in life then you answer them yourself. No toasters aren't support to smell like burning plastic, but the smoke alarm isn't support to go off either. Go figure?

I guess 10:15 is too late to expect cream cheese with your bagel. <annoyed>

I tend to forget that Henry is a Siamese until I hear him wandering the house merrrowing. Didn't I always want a Siamese?

Keeping track of what I eat makes me very aware of food in a going to be graded/trying to impress someone kind of way. I see my brownie that's been waiting to be eaten, but then think that there'll be a semi-permanent record of me eating that brownie.

So I'm keeping track of everything I eat, and times, as recommended by one of those hypoglycemia web sites. I've been looking at my list trying to figure out if I eat a lot—it looks like a lot of lines, but then I notice that it took two lines just to eat a whole english muffin.

There's a certain feeling walking in tall boots. It includes having the sink lower than I'm used to.

Something just made me think, I wonder how it will feel when I'm old enough to no longer be carded. Except that I only go to the same club every week, so how would I know the difference?

The day that I accidentally set an ICQ away message other than "the movie continues..." is the day I actually start thinking about my 'movie' again.. or more specifically, the TV-show-based-on-movie that follows. Maybe it's because I heard Moment of Tranquility this morning... I can still think back and figure out where the shows end and begin, for the most plot interest. It's also interesting to see how the main characters have changed and switched. I still wonder how much is shown that I don't get to see.

Now that I'm at work, I wonder if I can take off my boots...

First a bagel guillotine, and now an erasable non-photo blue pencil! I wonder if I can steal the pencil... My mom already sent me a bagel slicer for Christmas.

Places Andrew is not ticklish:

1. eyebrows
2.  

My mom is so weird, in that good way of course.

R. I want a disease that I have to eat, that would be cool. Can you eat bon bons? Sign me up. Cat toys? I have a medical book but I can't find it. If you ever get prostate cancer let me know. That's in the book.

bikepoet: oh.. all naked people are automatically innocent! its like unwritten law! :)

minxie: you should get off the phone so you can walk me to the car
stari: but then you'd be gone too
minxie: what are you going to do, tie me to your bed?
stari: you're just hoping
minxie: true

I've been using Pine so much, I tried to 'n'(ext) in my (Windows) start menu.

It occurred to me recently why winter solstice makes perfect sense to celebrate. This is the longest night of the year, and therefore all the days are getting longer from here. Light is definitely a worthwhile reason to celebrate for me. I've been lighting candles in mini-celebration.

The weirdest thing happened to me earlier today... I was told there was a package for me at the front desk. I've never gotten a package at work before.. It was a gift bag and card, with a t-shirt from Accountants on Call. It's a really boring shirt but presents are always nice—and from a temp agency I've barely worked a week for!

I'm still in awe over that bagel guillotine... (and the good, cheap bagels)

I'm also annoyed at the existance of high fructose corn syrup.

I want my kitty to be Goth Cat of the Week!

I just ran happy-clicker through the Pornolizer. These lines made me laugh the most:

And that's why it took me ten asslicks to buy a titty fucking bottle of orange juice..

she who can't cut fucks

<dilinger> how much is licked ramen?
> 27 gangbangs
<dilinger> wow

I lost another Chococat... :(

I didn't see this link on bareSquare for 'National Commando Day' until it was too late, but luckily I wore my silver vinyl dress Sunday and did my part.

I just went all the way down to the lobby, because I didn't want to be the only person trying to get off a really crowded elevator... And that's why it took me ten minutes to buy a bottle of orange juice.

A bagel guillotine—That has to be the most amazing thing I've ever seen! (says she who can't cut bagels)

With my relationship history (even though I'm sure I exaggerate in my mind), I feel like I should be giving everyone regular updates, "yep, still good, still happy."

<dilinger> how much is overpriced ramen
> 27 cents
<dilinger> wow

It looks like I'm not the only one who would go to the swings when it's cold enough to snow. Swinging *in* the snow would have been nicer, but I didn't make it out in time.

Henry must like a challenge—He shredded the hidden-under-a-towel-on-the-top-shelf toilet paper but completely ignored everything in the trash.

No offense to pepper-lovers out there... but peppers (yes, as in bell) are the most horrid 'food' in existence. I was just about to try a can of Campbell's (it was on sale) chicken & rice soup—I assumed it was just like the brand I usually eat—but as I was pouring it the smell got me. Checked the ingredients, and yep, bell peppers. So I tried the tiny, tiniest bit of broth to see if I could pick out the peppers and eat the rest, and that little bit had me twitching in agony. I'm trying to imagine if I actually had to eat one of them.

I had to throw out all the food I was planning to eat tonight... I even used up the end of my ramen recently. So I ended up deciding to 'borrow' one of my roommate's packs of ramen for tonight. Now I'm all paranoid that she's going to notice one missing, from the bottom of the behind stack, between the time she wakes up tomorrow and leaves for work—I plan to have it replaced by the time she gets home.

Monday 8:30am I start data-entry job...

Early this morning I interviewed at another temp agency for office type work. They gave me a couple tests (Excel and data entry) and was told I had great scores. Funny thing is most of the Excel answers I got right was just knowing where to find things, not knowing anything about the program. And I type fast or somethin'. Realli fast.

Another 'wow' moment...

Gryphon said that he could tell Andrew and I make a good couple because when we're together he can not only see, but hear the glow in our voices.

*glow*bounce*happy* And just two months ago I was panicing over this whole thing.

I think the best Vogue nights are when I leave sore and exhausted and ready to collapse, just like I am now. All I need is my cat here to cuddle with...

I Minxie I: well would you rather live with a weird person who has a talking virtual fish or with misha?

I Minxie I: izzy=waffle?

> ebay auction for used men's socks
<dilinger> oooh, i have those. how much are they going for?

Andrew 2: That's the third Starbucks I've seen!
Andrew 1: You've been in Seattle for two hours—that's it??

Oh, maybe it's three..

To the two people I know read this—hi!

Yesterday I learned that it doesn't work to not eat all day and try to dance. I also learned that that's what walls are there for.

Poor Misha's cats... they don't even know how to play.

Henry got a hold of my feather toy and I decided to go ahead and let it be a cat toy. He carried it around, leaped in the air when I held it over his head. I wave it at the Misha-cats and they just look, maybe bat at it once, then whine at me.

This has to be the most impossible coincidence...

I wake up to an ICQ message from David (who I haven't seen in months) saying he's unexpectedly free tonight, and wants to see me. He buys me dinner. (people who feed me = good) I was adventurous and tried Thai food again.

Then Izzy, the second most impossible person I know (to see, I mean) tells me he's bored and comes over for a bit after work, eats my fortune cookies, and runs off with my silk leopard print boxers.

Same night... amazing.. even though I know it was all a plot to get my silk leopard print boxers.

Never got posted (or got eaten by Blogger)... "I set off the file alarm with my cooking and all I did was turn the oven on."

> i need more fortune cookies
<dilinger> i need to stop procrastinating
> i need a job
<dilinger> i need a maid
<dilinger> i'll feed you if you keep my clothes washed
> pay my rent too?
> i don't mind doing laundry
<dilinger> well
<dilinger> my mom pays rent
<dilinger> if you do her laundry, maybe she'll pay yours, too
< if i don't get a job by january can i just move in with you?
<dilinger> sure
<dilinger> i've got free rent until at least next may

This is more interesting than anything those online tests say:

Izzbot: you're highly unusual because you deal with some elements of life in a different style than a "traditional" female would... you're a bit closer to androgynous in that respect.