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[Jan. 20th, 2004|11:32 am]
Whole lotta labia.
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Morning everyone. My weekend was lovely, my yesterday was great. I took the time while Matt was at work to organize our living space a bit better. We now have a vast expanse of open floor. Apparently there's carpet in there. Who knew?

Part of what got cleaned up was clothing. Which means that I'll be using a bunch of old clothes for any number of purposes rather than throwing them away outright. I considered all possible uses and decided not to mail berreh's Irn Bru wrapped in ziploc bags and Matt's old cut-off camoflauge shorts. They've been washed, they're perfectly fine, but I couldn't stand the idea that someone would look at them and think "He wore these like this?!" Because yes, he did, and yes, it was bad.

The bad part is that I did something to my lower back while hauling stuff yesterday. Probably just achy but I've got a heating pad on it anyway. Hi, I'm 80.

I am *finally* going to mail packages today. I'm such a slacker. Everyone's will go out and those not prohibitively expensive will go out Priority so we can get them to you faster, my preciouses. (The only exception is that ravenscathedral if you wanna grab yours and Laura's in person or want me to leave them with the office at your complex just let me know. The mental distance to you is closer than the mental distance to the Post Office and with my boss out today I've got a lot more freedom than I might normally.)

For those who care, Matt's first day back was great. He came home all happy and productive and feeling like he was glad not to be sitting on his butt. And now I'm going to start the day by completely avoiding work and filling out a long-ass survey wot I gakked from wilfulcait.




Longest you've gone with out a shower – Four days once while I had the death flu. Without an excuse that good? A weekend, while camping.


Color of most clothes you own – There isn't actually a unifying theme. Though there's a lot of yellow. I love yellow.

Number of pillows you sleep with – Two. And Matt as a pillow if I can manage it.

What do your teeth look like – They're ok. They could be better. I don't like to discuss them, actually.

What are you wearing – Khaki pants, blue and green rugby. Thistle hairclip.

What are you doing in 1 hour – Probably on a conference call. And trying to get that assignment done.

What room are you in right now – Office.

What were you doing 12AM last night – Reading fan fic. Trying to figure out what to do for my tig. Barely keeping my eyes open.

Do you like riddles – They're ok.. but you gotta be able to give me hints if I need.

Do you like trampolines – I do, actually. Very little experience with them but what there is is good.

How old will you be in 10 years – 39

What do you think you'll be doing in 10 years – Finishing a graduate degree, shopping around a novel, still behind on my laundry.

Do you have braces – Not now. I had 'em for a year when I was 13.

Last thing you ate – McVities wholemeal biscuits with my tea. (Cait's gonna kill me)

Are you paranoid – Only when I'm already feeling guilty for some reason.

Do you burn or tan – I'm usually careful not to burn, but each summer I get a very odd-shaped tan. (I had to steal this one straight from Cait.. we get the same tan. It's a bodice tan.)

Pen or pencil – Fountain pen, green ink.

Do you check your mail regularly – What's more frequent than "regularly"? I have 24/7 online connections at work and at home, and my computer is set to let me know when mail arrives.

Describe your cd player – There's one in my car and one little portable one I use when camping.

Your wallet – Is old but well loved. It's a Liz Claiborne and it's just the right size to keep me from overdoing it. I can overdo it.

Your alarm clock – Some ordinary thing. I have a really nice one with two seperate alarms and everything but this one works for now.

Your hair – Is actually not in it's customary knot at the back of my head. It's down and held back with a clip today. Which puts it in mid back and mildly curly.

Tooth brush – I have three. I'm terrified about not having one nearby when I need it.

Computer – It's a Toshiba Tecra TE2100. I have no idea what that means. It's a laptop. Nicely powerful, at work it's on the permanent network, at home it's hooked up to the cable by a wireless card.

Bed – It's a futon, actually. I'm not an innerspring kinda gal. Flannel sheets, two quilts, two pillows per person. Alpaca blanket on standby should we need it.

Purse – Little black backpack. More my style than a purse.

Note book – A composition book for things that spring to mind. My datebook is just a monthly school-planner book. It's perfect for me.

What color are your nails – Unpolished right now.

What color are your eyes – Brown. Plain brown. *sigh*

Last time you were sick – Well I've got a sore throat right now. But I'd say probably last month some time. And then there was the inner ear fun.

Last person you yelled at – I try not to yell. It means you can look at someone and say "I wasn't yelling," and be right.

First real memory of something: I'm not sure. A snowball fight with my dad in Germany.

First car: A 1978 Volvo station wagon. Oh yeah. Sexay!

First date: Michael. He made me dinner.

First kiss: Michael. After dinner. :)

First break-up: Andy. Poor Andy. He smelled so good.

First job: World Bazaar. God that was fun. I still tell jokes I learned there.

First screen name: Well my first MUD name was Melissa. So there's no imagination there. But usually it's Tansil.

First piercing/tattoo: Ears when I was maybe twelve.

First independent home: My apartment in Alexandria.

First love: Michael. Michael Michael always Michael. It's funny now, of course.

First enemy: I try not to make enemies. There's one now, of course, but she's a universal enemy.

First big trip: Cross country, with my mom. There's Germany of course, but I don't remember either the trip there or the trip back.

First play/musical/performance: Truth? I played Moses in our Sunday School play. Me, Moses. Do the math people. Let's just say it was a fake beard.

First musician you remember hearing in your house: Jimmy Buffett. And that was an easy one. Mom is such a junkie.

Last cigarette: That I actually smoked? Almost four years ago. That I held in my hand out of stress or drunkeness? About 3 months ago.

Last kiss: This morning.

Last good cry: ROTK. And probably when I was really tired some time in the past few months.

Last library book checked out: I don't go to the library. The fines are prohibitive. I like to keep books.

Last movie seen: M&C

Last book read: Master and Commander.

Last cuss word uttered: Buggering fuck. (which is only slightly redundant)

Last beverage drank: Tea.

Last crush: Umm.. I get crushy about anyone I really like.. male or female.. just some crushes are more physical than others. So probably my last crush was on Kelley this weekend. She's so cool!

Last tv show watched: *blink* I have no idea.

Last time showered: This morning.

Last shoes worn: My trail-running shoes. Cuz it's slippy out there. Our back yard is a solid sheet of ice, yo.

Last cd played: M&C soundtrack. (Anyone know where the Robbie Williams CD is?)

Last item bought: Pizza.

Last annoyance: Stupid stinking mixed messages phone call. Buttmunches.

Last disappointment: Knowing I missed being able to see M&C with girlies. *pout*

Last soda drank: Diet Coke.

Last thing written by hand: Thank you notes for Christmas presents.

Last key used: Car key

Last word spoken: Later.

Last sexual fantasy: Y'all don't want to know that. Quit acting like you do. :)

Last weird encounter: April, this past weekend. April's sweet but... weird.

Last ice cream eaten: Pistacio. I love it. Love. It.

Last time amused: Last night when slightlytricky showed me the emoticon response to a sarcastic comment. Dude, I howled.

Last time wanting to die: Realizing that Joe had told an embarrassing story about me to an entire group of women I sometimes despise. Then tripping myself up by accidentally admitting it was me. (Plus, you know he didn't tell it as well as I can.)

Last time in love: This moment. With my heating pad.

Last time hugged: This morning.

Last time scolded: Oh I'm sure it was my boss. About a month ago.

Last time resentful: Hmm.. *shrug*

Last chair sat in: Desk chair at work where my ass is currently parked.

Last time dancing: Pennsic. Wearing a leather skirt slit clear up to my hip and a little bodice dancing top. What *was* I thinking??

Last poster looked at: My Happy Bunny calendar. This month it says "Have a great day you worthless turd." *snicker*
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[User Picture]From: slightlytricky
2004-01-20 08:46 am (UTC)
I can't do that one to Berry very often. She spits out whatever she has in her mouth at the time. ;)

Your package is going in the mail today and OMG i'm such a loser. I was going to put Carman in the package as well and I totally spaced it. *headsmack*
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[User Picture]From: mellyflori
2004-01-20 08:49 am (UTC)
We loves you anyway, oh yes we does. :)

Not a loser, honest.

*giggle* I've been heaved at.
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From: berreh
2004-01-20 08:55 am (UTC)
What is sad is not that you would pad the box with Matt's camoflauge shorts. What is sad is that my Matt would probably take them and wear them.
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[User Picture]From: mellyflori
2004-01-20 09:09 am (UTC)
Now I'm doubly glad. Because I finally had to confiscate these after he put a rip in them right under the zipper and then insisted he could still wear them.

"Honey! I can see your goodies. And not just the outline.. the SPECIFICS."

"Just around the house?"

"No."

"Just to work on the truck?"

"No."

"Just to work on armor?"

"Will it involve wearing those shorts?"

"Yes."

"I'm pretty sure I haven't developed a stutter recently."

"So that's a no then?"

*sigh*
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[User Picture]From: wilfulcait
2004-01-20 09:22 am (UTC)
Which embarrassing story did he tell? 'Cuz I missed it.
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[User Picture]From: mellyflori
2004-01-20 09:33 am (UTC)
Just the ice slide one. Which is only embarrassing because it makes him sound like a jerk. :) Which he is, but we love him.
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[User Picture]From: wilfulcait
2004-01-20 09:40 am (UTC)
That's not the one I mean. I mean the one you're referring to above: "Realizing that Joe had told an embarrassing story about me to an entire group of women I sometimes despise. Then tripping myself up by accidentally admitting it was me. (Plus, you know he didn't tell it as well as I can.)"
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[User Picture]From: mellyflori
2004-01-20 09:46 am (UTC)
So.. picture it.. I'm standing in the kitchen with John'sKelley and the three sisters and we're talking about such and so and nothing really major and Joe comes in to throw away a bottle.

April says "Joe, don't you think Kelley ought to hear the story about the rain on the roof?"

My head jerked up and I looked at Joe and Joe's head jerked up and he started running for the door. I just said "JOOOOOE!" And Joe's like scampering away but not making any progress cuz I've got my fist in his shirt and I'm not letting go.

April and Sunny look at me and April goes. "Wait a minute! That was you?!" And Joe finally gets loose and turns around saying "I didn't use names!!!"

Meanwhile John'sKelley is like "What? What? What?"

Finally April's like "So should we tell her that story?" and Joe and I both said (in unison, kinda scary)

"No! We don't tell that story."

Except obviously he does. And you know he told it badly.
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[User Picture]From: wilfulcait
2004-01-20 09:49 am (UTC)
Oh, my lord. Guy can't even turn over a new leaf...
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[User Picture]From: ravenscathedral
2004-01-20 10:37 am (UTC)
Gakking like a mo... whatever you wanna do is fine with me. we haven't gotten our act together pressie wise either... it's there just not mailed.
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[User Picture]From: mellyflori
2004-01-20 02:02 pm (UTC)
Shit I just saw this. (and the icon got Let Me Entertain You stuck in my head)

Tell you what.. I'd love to be able to meet you and squee a bit and hand your stuff over but I don't want to make you all uncomfortable or anything. I hate thinking that I'm coming off like a stalker. I'll hold on to the package today and if you're up for lunch or coffee or a weekend cheap seats M&C showing or summat .. poke me.. if not, I'll put it in the mail.

No pressure at all and if the answer is "Melly, you're sweet but I'd rather not bring my worlds together like that" I completely understand.. there are people I love over email that I never want to meet face to face for fear of spoiling what lovely thing there is.. on either side.

Ok.. Jack now. I'm thinking naked-swimming!jack. ;)
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[User Picture]From: ravenscathedral
2004-01-21 06:58 am (UTC)
summat

You said Summat. Dood, are you channeling Faux Bean Boy on me? God... STOP! Let me see what awful plans the Chelster has made for me this next few weeks and I will definitely get back with you.
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