From xkcd:

Looks like Obama has settled on a running mate, but he’s not announcing it yet! I have to wait till Caturday!

*kicks dirt*

I hate a tease!

Maybe it’s Paris!

see Obama pictures

Earlier in the week I took Zach bowling as he really wanted to go. Now, if you know me, you know that I’m not real keen on the whole bowling thing, if for no other reason than I completely suck at it and I hate doing things I’m not good at.

At any rate, he wanted to go, so I called a friend and we took my beloved bleached blond boy to the bowling alley. And, while I did make an attempt to bowl, it was a very very sad attempt. Zach didn’t do much better; however, we refused to let our total suckage ruin our fun and ended up having a really good time. I am pretty positive we were the only group in the whole place congratulating each other on our complete lack of skills.

I’m not going to tell you how bad it was, because really, I do have some pride you know. But uh, yeah. Pretty bad
The only really craptacular part is that when I woke up the next morning, I was stiff and sore. From bowling? The hell?

I’m currently looking through my receipts and seeing if I can exchange my body in on a newer model.

*hmph!*

“Truncation”

If I have to hear that word one more time, I might just begin screaming. And never, ever, ever stop!

Is there anyway, I wonder, to truncate “truncation”?

Anyone?

Some things are not forgivable. Deliberate cruelty is not forgivable…

Hai leedle blog! I has forgottd u again. I r sowwy, I been busies!

Here, has a kitteh! I brb, k?

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A friend introduced me to a bunch of his acquaintances last night. There’s a terribly long and funny story to tell, but sadly, I can’t say a lot of it online. It was a great night, with a lot of laughing and a feeling of being immediately accepted by some genuinely interesting people.

So after meeting all of these people in a nice little place in Gaithersburg, we were invited back to someone’s house, and me, being in the mood to do nothing but have a good time, begged and pleaded with my friend to take me there. After an awkward moment wherein we accidentally walked in on a man being… *ahem*… serviced… the night progressed rather nicely. I drank a little wine, conversed about the best places for steaks, and had a great conversation with our host who wondered if I’d be interested in being the new High Priestess for his Wiccan coven. My partner in crime is pretty insistent that what they really want is for me to be their Goddess, but wevs
My faith has been floundering for a very long time. Several years of ongoing romantic heartbreak has made me quite cynical and my belief in deity has waned to near atheistic levels. But standing in that house, and then outside in the beautiful circle with a gorgeous altar, brought a lot of old feelings back for me. The belief that maybe there is something out there after all, and maybe it’s not as cold and unforgiving as I have felt lately, has been tickling at the edges of my mind.

Who knows what tomorrow holds. But I do believe that meeting these people was critical, the nudge my battered heart needed to find the faith that I’ve long since abandoned.

All right ladies, this one is for you.

Ever go out with that guy, you know the one, he is sure to tell you that he’s a “Nice Guy” and nothing at all like all the other guys you’ve dated? Only to find out later, that no, really, he’s pretty much an asshole?

Wouldn’t it be handy if you had a comparison chart, with all the telltale signs and red flags of the “Nice Guy”, the Douchebag, and the Asshole? A way, perhaps, to cross reference each category and find out where your guy falls on the scale?

Well, here we were, Cathy and I, chatting in AIM, laughing over some of the most notable signs and flags, and it came to me that this chart is almost desperately needed by today’s dating woman. Sure, you can go online and look at the top ten signs of a douchebag, or the definition of a Nice Guy, and certainly you know an asshole when you see one.

But wouldn’t it be nice if we put that together into one handy and easy to use chart? Sure it would.

So ladies, tell me, how do -you- define one of these creatures? What are your little red flags? I’m going to spend a little time compiling and making a chart for cross comparison. If for nothing else than to give us something to giggle over for hours on end.

…always come back to haunt them.

Sometimes you gotta get damn angry to get beyond. And you can pretty much color me righteously pissed the hell off.

Everything you do in your life comes back to you at some point, and the way we treat others will come back around. I did something once that I should not have done, it was done out of petty spite, and it came back to me in the form of someone else doing something to me. Karma is a bitch.

It’s all well and fine to find yourself in the position of being someone else’s Karma, but eventually, someone else is going to be yours. Everything comes back around.

Promise.