BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Even though I knew what was coming, you nearly made ME pee my pants, drae. 
Drae I’m glad everything is still relatively ok and that you didn’t pee in your pants. Good story! I think it’s gonna be a close race between taxi and you for most TMI post this week.
I’ll bbl y’all. I’m [del]torturing[/del] testing this morning and for a bit this afternoon.
Well, copied and pasted from another thread because I’m lazy:
My trip to Chicago went like this: Thursday: Arrive in evening, go to Boystown, have dinner at the Ethiopian place, go to gay bar.
Friday: Morning/afternoon Magnificent Mile, evening Boystown (again) to see Blue Man Group and a drag show.
Saturday: Chicago Botanic Garden, then Chinatown.
And Sunday I came home. I’m still trying to get used to this pesky class thing.
donkeybear the class thing exists so that you may become educated. You are becoming educated so that you can get a good job. You will get a good job because, Puggy, Mr. Anachi, ACBG and I need to be supported in our old age when we retire to the Keys. I thought we had gone over all this already. Now, quit slackin’ and get all educated so you can support us! SHEESH! Youngsters these days! 
I’m here at my new digs. Fancy shmancy! It’a a big tall glass office building, and we’re on the third floor. They have a very cool cafeteria downstairs, and a parking garage, and just, wow! I need new clothes. We pretty much wore jeans everyday at my other building.
I got here in 22 minutes! And that was at 7:00 am. Normally I will be arriving around 6:30 or 7:00 - so traffic will be even lighter. I’m shooting for 10 minutes. (As opposed to 50-60 minutes before the move.)
I sat around all morning waiting for my stuff to show up. They delivered around 10:45, and I’ve been unpacking and surfing the web. Hee! There’s no one here! It’s almost completely empty. I think I’ll leave early, too. Maybe.
Yay on the new work digs Rebo. A real short commute’s a good thing ain’t it? Takes me all of 10 minutes too!
In other news:
There’s a thread afoot about me being in Sarasota, FL end of May through June 2nd. The beginnings of a dopefest are in the makin’. YEEEHAAA!!!
I’m starting to think we need an “Elect ME for Overlord” thread in this forum prpetty soon.
I suppose i could be a lot worse than “nuts”. It doesn’t make me upset; just a little teste.
Say, what’s the difference betewen a penis and a vagina? There’s a vas deferens (vast difference)…
taps the microphone is this thing on?
Taters , who put sand in your vagina in the first place?
Lissla , thanks for the lukewarm welcome. I can feel the love emenating from its walls. No, that’s just the urine from the exploding bladders earlier in the post. Who’s got a mop?
This phrase is going to amuse me for hours (though it might not amuse Taters (Y.O.T.). Thank you. 
So, I was over in the “Do You Google Your Exes” thread (too lazy for link now), and found that my first real “boyfriend” (if such a term can be applied to somebody who slept with a good portion of your friends in addition to having a girlfriend back home) has written two books (nonfiction, not something I’d ever be interested in anyhow). I don’t know why, but that makes me feel entirely substandard and unaccomplished. (In all fairness, I’m not particularly accomplished.)
I also discovered that plugging my real name into Amazon will get you a couple books about being fat by a woman whose “about the author” profile sounds eerily like myself.
I’m feeling very neurotic this afternoon. Does it show?
I didn’t go into that thread, but I did google the ex that gave me the most grief, and I’m not sure if it is, in fact, he that I found, but if it is, he has found a very interesting hobby - the one I found does computer animations for fun.
google my real name and you find a Marine Biologist working out of the Smithsonian - or a china pattern :shrug:
If you google my name, you find mostly articles I’ve written for the RPI student newspaper. I think only taxi, Drae, and Mika can do this right now.
Not azactly
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What the 'ell? Color me confuzled. I have no idea what you’re referring to, although the phraseology is amusing.
If you’re referring to my crankiness yesterday, I was sick fer chrissakes and everybody was making way too much noise around my USUALLY quiet neighborhood. This isn’t good when you’re suffering with a migraine.
Oooh, I’m jealous. It sounds like there’s another Swampfest in the works.
I’m sure it’ll be loads of fun.
I’m still trying to work out the rental car issue for my trip. Yes, I’ve informed my admin asst that it is the collective, and weighty, opinion of the MMP Cool Kids that I be granted a rental car. Unfortunately, the decision is “echelons above” her. :rolleyes:
We shall see what happens.
I think you should all know that I have a sore throat today - most likely because my sinuses are draining. And that requires lots of pity, and sympathy, and offers of footrubs, and expensive chocolates, and well-oiled, scantily-clad young men for my personal eye-candy. An overlord deserves no less, don’t you agree?
FCD just called. He’s stuck in traffic. He left an hour later than usual, which probably explains the traffic. I’ve got a pot of bean soup started, and I was a bit miffed because I thought it only took an hour to cook, but it takes 2+ so we might have to have something else to eat tonight. Unless the traffic is really bad and he’s really late - then we’ll have bean soup.
And brownies. I bought brownie mix - I learned my lesson after the last fiasco. The house already smells brownie-riffic!
Any the curtains for the next bedroom came today. They’re not as blue as I’d expected, but they are pretty, so I’m not distraught or anything. And they’ll allow for more of a variety of bed cover colors, so yay for variety!
I think that’s all I’ve got.
Except - Taters, I, for one, NEVER thought you were bitchy. You’s a classy dame!
Aw, thanks **FCM. ** I think the same of you! Your bean soup sounds yummy.
I don’t have any hotties or good chocolate to send you, but I’m sending my best “feel better” vibes.
Perhaps the last to be killed could have your leftovers?
But I can;t have any chocolate yet. I have to have “full liquids” (creamy soups, plain yogurt, pudding, protein shakes) for another 24 hours (because they added some saline to my band) so tonight I shall have butternut squash soup. mmmmmmmmmmmm.
then for the following 48 hours, I may only eat mushy foods (meatloaf, tuna salad, chunkier soups). all this is to give the band time to settle in with its new expansion.
That was not a lukewarm welcome! It was more than tepid! Maybe even hot-tap-water temperature!
Back from downtown. Bought the inlaws a nice set of cheerfully unmatched Chinese pottery and me a ripoff Emily the Strange bag. Mine says “Have You Seen Her?”, and the background has little kitty skull-and-crossbones, and if you look closely, it says fiends of enily over and over. It’s cute, funny, and gothy, and all the zippers have fallen off my previous purse, which made it time to get a new one. It was also only $15.
Time to have a snack and then tackle the kitchen and putting away the laundry. Grr,
I’m doing an evil post-then-read but I just had to note how very carefully you’d want to ennunciate when talkin’ about this particular event.<snerk> (MMPr 4life dudez!)
Now to go back and read all the posts which should take forever and a day since this is my pokey home computer. The tech guy at work says that after seven years I should un install then reinstall some… stuff. Maybe. My eyes glazed over and all I heard was mwuaah mwuaah Charlie Brown adult noises. So I could be wrong. And that last before sentence sounds kinda dirty too, heh.
So I’ll be back sometime in the near milennieum.
Especially since Sandy Crotches was mentioned and I didn’t even know Taters did porn back in the eighties. But it makes sense I mean helloooooo Taters grow in soil. It would be a natural nomme de porne!
So yeah, gonna go read now.
Cheater.
So I’ve read all the posts and my main comment is-- DEAR OG SCOUT! You willingly drove on Pico Rivera?! Folks, our dear miz Scout is wondering why a guy is looking at her funny because she’s asking to use the potty at a gas station dead center of East Freakin’ L.A.! It’s the definition of places sweet little girls don’t go (nice play on words huh? made it m’self). Next time pee in the backseat. Sheesh.
So that’s got me thinking of the scariest places I’ve ever driven. One of which is Pico Rivera at sunset on a friday night. Pre-cell phone days, no cash or card, dead car coasting to a stop outside a wharehouse of some kind. There was a guy who lay in the gutter and didn’t move the entire time it took me to call a tow truck.