Hopefully I fixed it :^)

WHYYEEE??? Background placement continues to elude me! :^P

Ain't talked to Jaz for a whole day. Miss her already. :,^( It's my own fault though, for having personal coaching classes. Anyhow, 'bouts the Goddess:

We've got this rapport going on that's amazing. It's great to have a girly-friend to talk to who gives a d*mn for a change. And she's good to listen to as well. She can uplift me no matter what kind of stinky, paranoiac mood I'm in that day...It's not that I don't value my masculine kommrades, (I do. Immensely. Y'all've been there for me more than once and never when it was easy. Power to ya :^D ) it's just there's a differenf frequency, a different vibe, to a friendship with a girl. You can talk about--umm, stuff. Cough *guys* cough cough cough. After half a decade of remaining ferociously unattached, I finally want to start looking for somebody again...And this time not just because everybody else is and you have to or no one will speak to you :^P Trust me on this, younguns--it is NEVER worth it to get a boy-toy for social reasons...
(I happen to believe you should marry their wallets. Or their portfolio, whichever is worth more ;^P That way, when you're richer than Midas, you can BUY all the sex you want...)

*Blink* Where was I? Oh, yeah, girly-friends. Why they're swell.

1) You can make gay jokes without them getting all squirly.

2) You can borrow their nail-polish or hair gel or razor or whatever and they won't freak out. (Try pulling the same stunt with a guy and HIS bathroom junk. They go nuts :^P)

3) If you're of a size, you can swap clothes. (Now there again, you might not want to try this with your boyfriend ;^P)

4) They generally keep the toilet paper on the rolly-thingy, and THEY NEVER LEAVE THE SEAT UP (Hoo-hah!)

5) They will never ever say: "My OTHER girlfriend..." (Insert thing she did better, another way, etc.)

6) They'll let you piss and moan for a while, and then pick you back up. Generally, guys want to "fix" the problem for you. Which isn't bad or anything, it's just nice to complain to someone every now and then.

These are just a handful...

Anyway moving on:

Pestering my parents for an Internet phone for voice-chats: like that's gonna happen. We don't got the fundz for something like that. :^P

Gonna go spend a week in DC for the holidays: kinda worried though. If just one more piece of shizat plane falls from the sky, I ain't goin' and that's that. Period. :^P

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Well at least I got the color to change :^) I don't like it though, 'tis too bright...

Somebody I'm not too sure of IM'ed me yesterday...let's call her Moira. Here's the skinny: Moira is pissed at me for thangs that happened a ways back. I probably shouldn't have done what I did, but oh well, that's life. We currently seem to be in a sort of neutral position; however she previously made it clear to me that she really could give a rip one way or the other what I did or said. So why does she want to talk to me all of a sudden? It's not as if she doesn't have hordes of other, better friends who she likes a lot more than she likes me. So why talk to me?

Theory: to post it somewhere and/or otherwise laugh at me behind my back... In light of which, why not hand her some ammo? Here you go, Moira dear:

I am the only left-handed right-winger I know. Go Bush! Go Republicans! Yeay traditionalism! I 100% unequivocally support the actions against the Taliban. U-S-A! U-S-A!
Woo-hoo!

I watch, and like, reruns of "Bonanza". My favorite is Hoss. First one to make a crack about Little Joe gets smacked with a ten-gallon hat.

Three words: Star Trek Voyager.

I'm Christian. In the true spirit of love and friendship, anyone who can't deal with that recieves the following benediction : eat me and die.

I am a girl. Despite this I play Mortal Kombat, belch like a trucker, and pick my nose at stoplights. (And if you don't, it's only because you're one of those freaks who picks their nose and then eats it :^P)

There you go, Moira, that ought to keep you in stitches for weeks :^P Have fun with it, darling :^P

Hola this is just to see...