Still Sending Prayers..

Being the one year anniversary of hurricane Katrina, I thought I'd forego any chat about my weekend trip cuz it seems to pale in light of the somber memorial going on in New Orleans and the surrounding areas today. I couldn't possibly understand the complete devastation those people have gone and are still going thru, but I'm trying my best to pay my respects from here and my heart still hurts for them. I'm unable to even attempt to read anything on the thousands of animal victims.. I would never stop crying.

For your own moment of silence, view some of the Katrina images yourself.

If you'd rather get mad about it, which is easy to do, read some of these stupid quotes, if you can get thru them. Numbers 11 and 25 are especially disturbing in my opinion.

Or stand behind what Deborah White has to say here and when you reach 'Do the math', please tell me if by that one little sentence you're not fully disgusted at where the government's priorities really lie cuz it's obviously not here at home where they should be.

A year later, the gulf's residents are still struggling to recover any sense of normalcy.. something I know I take for granted..

There are people out there every day trying to rebuild their homes and their lives. But it really has been left up to the individuals and it has been really slow going.

As we are now well into hurricane season, there is a tension and anxiety in the city now that is very uncharacteristic of "the city that care forgot".

The levees need to be strengthened even further and we just hope that they will not be breached again.

New Orleans is a very Catholic city and it seems our patron these days is Saint Jude (patron of hopeless causes).

And tho there continues to be bad and evil and awful and horrible in the world, if we didn't know what that was, we'd never recognize the good and graceful and kind and loving, which sometimes we forget to see, but of which this area could still use a lot more.

I hope those affected by hurricane Katrina will soon see more concrete results with assistance in rebuilding their cities and their lives. I'm sure I'm not the only one who sends continued prayers for just that their way.

If I Cut Off My Lips With The Scissors That I Can Bring On The Plane, Then I Won't Have To Worry About The Lipgloss That I Can't.. Yeah!

See this? Yup.. headed there. Tomorrow. Like.. maybe I should pack. Soon. Like.. now would be good.. but instead, you know what I'm doing?! Writing you people.. cuz I'm THAT dedicated. Yes I am. And cuz I'm soooooo tired.. like what gives these days? Is mono going around or something? Some sort of tiredy plague? Cuz damn.. I've got it. Yawning as we speak, even! But I interrupted myself and meant to say.. since tiredy eyes is what I have right now and all I want to do is crawl into bed with my clothes on and snuggle with Emma til 3pm tomorrow, I will only be listing tonight cuz if I sleep til 3pm I will be missing the fun that is airline security. I mean who doesn't want to feel the thill of chapping as the stale and regurgitated air parches ones lips and rips them to shreds since oh.. one isn't allowed to bring any sort of moistening materials WHATSOEVER. Joy.

So.. here we go.

1. Seriously, I can't get to bed before midnight these days.

2. I completely blame Apple for my lack of sleep due to the fact I'm addicted to my new laptop. It's sick.

3. The biggest news I have is there was a very exciting trip to the v-e-t for Emma last Saturday where we found out a) the doctor was creepy and weird, b) that Emma is 'obese' and I watched the doctor try to bend her all Cirque du Soleil style in order to prove to me right there that she couldn't reach her kitty bum due to her swelling tummy and I'm still wondering how many cats he can actually get that to work with, and c) that it doesn't matter anyway cuz in addition to being pudgy, she's also got gingivitis. Who sucks as a mommy? Yeah.. nice. And those teeth cleanings? Well Emma will get laid out all day and after she wakes up, probably sit around groggy and seething with hatred for me. I'm excited. Not.

4. That's truly all that's happened to me this week.

5. Wow.. that's sad.

6. So now I'll go back to bitching about flying - Check the list of prohibited items. Do you know you can't bring lipgloss in any way, shape or form, but you can bring 'Scissors - metal with pointed tips and blades shorter than four inches in length, scissors - plastic or metal with blunt tips AND safety razors - including disposable razors??' And I find it rather.. odd, and by odd I mean oh.. fucking insane, that SCISSORS are ALLOWED ON THE PLANE AT ALL. Um.. don't you? As if four inches or less of a metal pointed blade is completely harmless and unable to hurt anyone.. and RAZORS?! Wtf?! That could be a serious torturing device, wouldn't you say? One tiny little slip when I'm shaving my legs in the shower and I'm practically disabled. But lipgloss.. OUT OF THE QUESTION! DANGEROUS MATERIALS! WATCH OUT!

But what is oh-so-sly is these so clearly inane objects are HIGHLIGHTED IN BOLD on the what-you-can-and-can't-bring list.. like.. HELLO TERRORISTS.. THESE ARE OK AND WILL STILL DO BODILY HARM OH YES THEY WILL! Who's taking crazy pills? Obviously, me.. right..

And wow.. that's really all I can do being that it's well after midnight and oh.. let's see.. not a shred of packing has been completed, Emma is about to freak out cuz she can't get outside the bedroom door and I'm sure even tho I've trimmed her claws that she'll have dug a nice hole into the carpet by the time I return, and I'm frickin about to fall over with exhaustion.. But hey, I'll miss you! Every single one of you!! If there is time Saturday night after all the wine tasting that is planned and I'm not plastered out of my gord, which will only take til the end of the first winery anyway, I may update.. but I can't make any promises my lovelies. Do forgive!

Til then, hope you all have a great weekend!

Ok.. When I Said EVERY Day I Sort Of Meant As Soon As I Can Which Is Still Not Yet Exactly..

Duuuuuuuuuuuuuude.. you guys.. I'm sooooooooooooooooo busy! I'm sorry!!! I swear Jake and Treena and y'all wherever you are that I WILL update soon! As in.. maybe tomorrow.. while I'm packing and getting ready for my long weekend to San Francisco and Sonoma.. as in.. YES I'm taking a trip! Which I SO forgot to tell you guys because I HAVEN'T HAD ANY TIME! And it's going to be 3 1/2 DAYS out of town and I haven't done ANYTHING for it yet like laundry and the necessary buying of clothes for the normal warm California weather (Sonoma) and at the same time the fucking windy and freezing California weather (San Fran), which is just an oxymoron if you ask me - San Francisco, CA, that is.. it feels more like the city belongs in another state up north. It just doesn't feeeeel like California.. you know? Don't they have a law or something that requires the temperature of the entire state never to drop below oh.. 70 degrees at any given time? Can't we call Arnold or something about that? I'm just sayin.. brrr.. but I do get to go to my favorite place in Berkely for coffee.. and a REAL INDY CAR RACE! Yay!

SO!

Tomorrow.. hopefully.. because I LOVE YOU PEOPLE.. I will pack and write at the same time... after work.. or.. after the gym (cuz working out and vacations don't go together.. duh) and you will just have to live with it.. please?

Mwah!

Praise Jesus! I've Been Delivered To Blogging Heaven!

Ohmygod.. I will never have a social life again.. you know why people? THE LAPTOP ARRIVED! And afterwards, I was in sheer and utter bliss. Like.. now. And as I've been wandering around my apartment trying to find someone's signal I could leech off of like a junkie trying to find crack, I'm thinking this is ridiculous.. but I can't stop. You should see me RIGHT THIS VERY MINUTE.. outside.. on the chair in front of my door.. cuz that's where the fucking signal is.

Yes, I know I need to get my own damn DSL.. but for now, I'm stealing. Sue me.

You should really have seen me try to pick up the signal my roommate gets in his room.. but he was not interested in having a friendly sharing moment at all.. no no, he was not having it.. and I sat right in front of his door and got two bars.. That wasn't so cool as I could hear everything that was going on in his room.. not that anything was.. but I'm saying IF.. and I thought it rather creepy and moved my ass to search out another signal. And yay for the one outside! But.. hm.. this will NOT be doable come winter. Ohdeargodno.

And yet, here I am.. it's 11:30.. pm.. at night.. when I should be in bed.. and I'm oh.. typing away.. talking to you people.. cuz this is EXACTLY what I wanted to create - ease, comfort, the convenience of doing just this - writing in the blog - from my own home.. and I have done it! But look at the blogging monster I've created! I will now have to find more things to write about, having the sheer ability to take this WHEREVER I WANT (mwahahahaha) has made me giddy and probably, yes, even lightheaded with delight at all the possibilities - and oh-so-desperate for a fix as I mentioned before cuz here I am STANDING IN MY ROOMMATE'S ROOM with this very sad two-bar connection, shamelessly stolen in the night no less, and shivering cuz I'm so frickin cold from being outside for so long.

I almost love being so pathetic AND excited at the same time. Something is very wrong indeed. Send help, send wine.. send over an attractive man with wine for chrissakes.. but you know when that's all done..? I'll probably blog about it.

Damn. There'll be no saving me now..

Just A Little Something Positive

This afternoon, on one of the random dating sites I still check but have yet to receive anything from anyone that really sparked my interest lately, I received the following message from an unknown someone:

Hi...this may seem a little odd but my heart is in the right place. I was looking at a friend's profile and noticed I still had 2 stamps remaining in my account. I hated to waste them and decided I wanted to use them.

Although, I never had any great luck on [this particular dating site], I remember your cute face from when I was on here regularly. One of these days, some man is going to come to his senses and realize how wonderful you are. Until that time, hang in there. You deserve a great man and a great love. Enjoy life!

I was just thinking today that life is too short to let the things that are bringing me down impact me so negatively.. that I have wonderful and loving people who surround me, who are positive and full of good energy and I need to remember that.

Albeit meant more in a romantic sense, this still brought the point home. I hope y'all are complimented similarly today. We all deserve to be happy.

All The World's A Stage

I know.. you're surprised to see me back here so soon, right? But I'm about a week behind on the happenings in the world I occupy and I have to catch up! It's hard having a life and a blog sometimes.. sheesh. Plus I'm practically salivating waiting for the So You Think You Can Dance finale results and only this girl seems to be able to relate with all my excitement. It's hard when no one else understands your passions people.

First tho, there's been a mini death in this close blogger family of ours for which we need to pay our respects. I was completely crushed and didn't see how I would possibly recover.. I had this whole idea that you, my enthusiastic readers, would send me comfort in the way of chocolate, wine, or an attractive masseur named Paolo if you felt I was beyond your normal abilities of consolation, which I was.. really.. and that's cuz our bewitching and brilliant Pixie had deleted her blog mentioning something about 'bad chi' and needing a fresh start. Her fans were clamoring to know if she'd gone for good or how soon it would be before her return.. and I wasn't sure what to tell them. But then came a ray of hope and oh.. what's this? Word from our pet Pixie herself that she's already created something new, something reborn even! So no need to fear! No need to mourn! And thank GOD cuz if anyone knows how little patience I have it's Pix. So send the girl some good chi, won't you, and check out her new page, Pixie Rising.

Back to the week at a glance.. and by glance I mean extremely explicit detail..

Last week, my friend Keith and I were trying to make plans for some hang out time together and he informed me that one of our friends from college, Kristin, would be in town and probably joining us when we headed out. Now, it's been at least 13 years since I've seen this girl.. and once I started to process that, I couldn't really believe that much time had passed from our college lives in the theatre that consisted of stressful auditions, teachers who could actually teach and teachers who showed preferential treatment for their favorite (and most attractive) students, dance classes, run crews, voice lessons, directing, mainstage shows and the occasional independent cabaret or improv show. We weren't super close, but we were friends and she was always someone I looked up to since she was an exceptionally gifted actor. And there we stood, sizing each other up in the present - and honestly, the girl looks exactly the same, not a single day older, and is just as smiley as I remember. Also, a very good hugger.

Is it weird to say you miss someone when they're standing right in front of you? While Kristin was here, it was like this favorite piece of me I'd lost that I hadn't even noticed was gone had finally been returned to me and I was so incredibly excited about it. She and Keith were two of my favorite actors, not to mention people in general, of those I knew in school and having them both out with me last week was like being right back in the midst of the theatre department - soaking up everything I could about theatre, taking in advice, desperately trying to understand what 'raising the stakes' meant, or my favorite part - feeling the adrenaline rise as the lights went down, and being called to places in front of a hushed and anticpating audience. Ahh.. there is nothing like that feeling.. ever.. and it's the main reason why I pursued acting.

So what's the most obvious thing three Southern Oregon State College (renamed Southern Oregon University - ooh la la!) theatre graduates would probably do together? If you said see a play, you're right.. if you said brain surgery, well.. remember, we're not real doctors. We just play them on T.V. So yes, our first venture out was a play called The Secret Ruths of Island House, which is a darling production about seven women named Ruth living in a retirement home and based on the stories they told in interviews done by the women who wrote and acted in it. It's also about to tour.. so check out where they're headed cuz I guarantee, by the time you walk out of there, you'll be calling your grandma to say you love her and ask her to tell you her stories from when she was younger.. I was that choked up.

The next night, Friday, after Kristin and I had some girl time over drinks and dessert crêpes while Keith was rehearsing his own upcoming show, we reconvened for a late-night cabaret on Capital Hill called Spin The Bottle. Keith and his friend, Mary, performed a very funny bit they'd been working on, there was a short film, some live music, some more good stuff, some bad, but during the entire show, this group of artists called Chrom-A-Matic (and I can't link to them cuz they don't have a site online! Can you believe that?!) whom Pixie and I witnessed before at the Clowns Without Borders show - paint whatever they feel like upon multiple canvases while the show is going on. Their pieces are infinitely original, striking, and positively fabulous. At the end of every show, they auction them off, each one going for more than the first, each piece fought over painful tooth and excruciating nail when it goes up in price and away from the last person who so thought they almost had a one-of-a-kind treasure.

This was exactly what happened to Kristin when she battled another audience member for the third piece, but felt she had to give up at his last bid of $60, tho it was obvious it really pained her to do so. But I'd set my eyes on the fourth and final piece that caused the entire audience to ooh and ahh as it was introduced. And dammit if I wasn't hellbent on having it. HELLBENT, I tell you! So much so, I said screw this increments of $5 shit and called my first bid of $50, which um.. may have been excessive in retrospect after I realized how quickly the price was increasing.. but oooh.. I wanted it.. needed it.. HAD TO HAVE IT!

The auctioneer went back and forth between me and another guy in the audience who was completely undeserving of this masterpiece - and by undeserving I mean he wasn't me.. cuz it was going to be MINE - and at one point, he even taunted my opponent asking him if he was going to let 'this red-headed harlot' get away with HIS painting!! HA! I showed them.. and I mulled over his last bid of $85 during what was a very agonizing few seconds, hoped this last one would break him and shouted out '$90!' to the pleasure of the audience who cheered and egged on my rival.. but he'd reached his limit and gave in! VICTORY WAS MINE! HARLOTS UNITE!

Isn't it rad?! Yes.. that's a rabbit.. and um.. a prarie dog.. with a crown.. and ok, maybe some diseased pears above.. but whatever! I love it! So there!

When the show was over, Kristin had mentioned she'd talked to the winning bidder of the piece she'd coveted and thought if she'd offered him what he'd paid for it, he might've considered relinquishing ownership.. but she didn't pursue it cuz she thought he really loved it. So we happened to walk out right behind them and cuz it was our last opportunity, I took it upon myself to ask him if he was really set on keeping it for himself as Kristin hadn't been able to stop talking about it for the last 30 minutes. That got his attention and he offered it to her, seeing how much she really loved it - with only one condition: that she donate the price paid for the painting to KEXP, an independent radio station here. She was thrilled and promised to follow thru the next day. We chatted all the way back home, patting ourselves on the back for all of our remarkable performances that night.

We brunched together the next morning and Kristin and I said our goodbyes afterwards since I wouldn't see her again soon. Before I left tho, Keith happened to mention he and our friend, Mary, were in need of a stage manager for their upcoming show, Judy Blume Owes Me and Curtains For Mr. Mortimer, so I said I'd happily help them out and voilà! I'm now pushing their show, which I'd be doing anyway, but since my talents are involved directly - and by talents I mean turning the lights up and down about three times and pushing 'play' on the cd player - I've a much more integral part in this than usual. Obviously. Duh. So please contact my assistant if you're looking to request my services, but give me as much advance notice as possible since I'm currently booked thru spring of 2007.

Well, I'm off to lunch - paparazzi be damned! If these are the sacrifices one has to make for life in the limelight.. then so be it.. someone has to do it! Ta ta!

Oh For The Love Of Pete! Finally!

Seriously, you have NO idea how in-fucking-sane work has been for me this last week and oh.. yet yesterday.. while writing this... it's 10:16pm (actually it was after midnight.. grr). Do you know where your Miss D is? Well I'll tell you, darling.. she's still at work! And no, I won't bore you with the details cuz that would acronym you right to sleep for a century.. just like magic! But then you would miss out on my oh-so-splendifidus storytelling of the happenings that don't include that which is the daily monotony that pays my bills. Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawn.. See? Already feeling it?! I best get a move on then!

Chapter 1 - Three Wigs And As Many Girls.. Also, Hippies!

This is my friend Pixie. Hands in the air for all of you who think she should be the official Burning Man Poster Child - uh.. yeah.. it's unanimous Pix - you're the hottest hippie girl around.

Ok people.. tongues back in your mouths.. thank you.

This was the first big event of the Blogger Diva Weekend between the fabulous Lady Miss Marquise and few other lovelies, which included yours truly.

She arrived on a slow-going coach from the north and not by the private jet filled with cosmetics and spa treatments that she truly deserved, but she was beaming and sparkly, nonetheless. I quickly whisked her up in my chauffeured celebrity ride (read: crappy Ford Focus) and off we went, already finishing each other's sentences, and ready to begin our adventures.

We started at my favorite neighborhood bar, O Lounge, to catch up over drinks and appetizers (and maybe a quick eye flirt with the cute bar manager as well.. cuz I'm very good at multi-tasking..) and since we'd both had quite the long day of work issues, we relaxed and took our time being girls.

Afterwards, we headed back home to change for Luminous Flux, touted as the party of the year and hosted by the Space Virgins of Burning Man fame. One cannot head to a party such as this in the standard Friday-night garb.. oh no.. one must, at the very least, don a brightly colored wig as that is the bare minimum - a light pink one for me and a purple one for Lady Miss, but we also added a fuzzy zebra-striped skirt, some silver glitter, sexy boots and our brazen personalities none of which we could do without before we were to meet up with Ms. Pixie herself and her utility-kilted man, amongst the other standard burners that were sure to be present wearing their wigs, goggles, and what appeared to be stuffed animals (it was a jungle theme after all). There was quite a bit of debaucherous entertainment for the senses and we mainly enjoyed all the people-watching, appreciating the creativeness of everyone there who obviously requires more than just the one day a year to dress in costume. I think I'm personally becoming of that mindset myself. Such scandal! We loved it!

But we could not last nearly as long as the fair Pixie since she was dedicated to her mission of dance and merriment and not in the least bit interested in calling it a night at 3am like we were.. Yes, in retrospect maybe we were a tad weak, but we had loftier goals for the following day for which we needed to be prepared..




But before we laid down our pretty matted-wig-haired heads for our beauty rest, oh.. we may have targeted Miss Emma. Doesn't she just look ecstatic about this idea?! She's so dignified and elegant.. Or maybe she looks more like she's going to cut me in my sleep.. hm..

Chapter 2: How Much Money CAN We Possibly Spend For Poor Service And The Tiniest Cowboy Boots You've Ever Seen?!

Saturday was non-stop commercialism at its finest. After dining on gourmet vegetarian brunchy delights with Ms. Pixie and observing how not only had she had less sleep than we had, but she somehow managed to look positively radiant to boot, we thought we'd start with the biggest and most unusual market first: Target! I'm not kidding. Lady Miss had never been to Target and since I needed a few necesseties from there before we were side-tracked by the rest of the more expensive and glittery baubles from the other stores we had lined up to hit, Target was the first main attraction.

Have to tell you tho.. I hate it.. well.. ok, LOVE to hate it. I never leave there without spending at least $50.. and that day it started with the cutest EVER childrens' boots we walked by and which we must've spent oh.. like 30 minutes picking out just the right ones for my nieces cuz after seeing them it was too late and I was in unable-to-resist status and Lady Miss only served to weaken my addiction, but she has mad style, that one, so now my nieces are ever so lovely due to her much-needed second opinion. Girl.. those cowboy boots.. seriously, you've never seen a child so frickin cute in your whole life.

By early evening, we were both feeling that sort of fatigue that only comes with extraneous amounts of shopping. Lady Miss found herself a lovely new chapeau as her last purchase of the day and off we went to freshen up before dinner and the evening ahead.

I'd picked a lovely new place where a former mediterranean bistro had been, but had since been replaced by only a letter - Q - which was ambiguous and exciting but that I can't even get myself to link to cuz it was such a disappointment it was laughable. When you have to remind yourself and your friends it's not the establishment, but the chosen few around you in which you wish to drench yourselves.. I mean, yes, all true, but then if that's the point, stay in and watch Steel Magnolias over a large box of tissues.. I wanted sexy and intriguing and lush.. and we got so-so, and half-assed and really uncomfortable. This = so not what I was going for, but I'll give you the short list:

1. Drinks were very slow, place was not busy, server never apologized - for anything.

2. Server never came to check on us unless we chased her down.. which could've been fun had this been the point of the restaurant - but you know.. since she was supposed to wait on us.. it sort of wasn't.

3. She argued.. ARGUED about the cheese plate coming with warm baguette - it said so right on the menu.. but she said plainly, 'No, it doesn't come with that' like somehow, we'd made it up even after we pointed it out and again, not with attitude, but with no apology, yet she happily offered to bring us some bread, which was plain, wheat, and rustic - that was also so hard it could've broken a tooth. Oh. Hold me back.

4. The salmon was so eerily under-done in the middle.. and I already have fish issues people.. it was a big step for me that I won't be taking again soon. One word: ew.

5. After four appetizers, they started clearing our plates asking us if we wanted desert - our fifth person hadn't even ARRIVED! Helloooo?!

6. When the manager came over with the server in tow asking us if everything had been alright, we weren't mean and not even were we firm - but we didn't lie. The server actually then interrupted him asking about her level of service as we had only left her two dollars. Now.. I've been in food service since I was 14 - obviously if you only receive two dollars in tip, your service is not good. In fact, I do believe it is the OPPOSITE of good.. but please tell me where it is standard behavior to confront said low-tipping customer and ask them?! AND you will ALL be so very proud of me - as sarcastic as I am, I held my tongue on this one and kindly, KINDLY I say, pointed out she'd already included what we thought was an 18% gratuity WITHIN the tab, THAT WE PAID.. so in addition to the exorbitant amount of $24 + that I would never have left her otherwise cuz seriously, 12% was more than she deserved, tho we certainly would never have stiffed her, the two dollars were extra. She then said to her manager naively, 'Oh.. well, how does that work?' and he said he'd show her and left - no apology, no 'excuse us', no 'we'll be right back'.. He eventually apologized to the table.. but honey.. really.. come back? You are kidding.. right?

Honestly, the best part was the company as Lady Miss and I met yet another blogger, my friend, Wendy, who I've known for at least a year, if not more, but had never met. You'd think this was the coolest game I made up or something - collecting random, online strangers and only knowing them from what they write about themselves on their blogs.. hm.. come to think of it, that's sort of true. Like.. a lot. I may definitely have issues OR it could just be really lucky that I haven't met any serial killers.. tho Wendy seemed awfully sane.. especially for a mother of two tiny red-headed children.

We ended dinner - thank God - said our goodbyes to Ms. Wendy and the rest while Lady Miss and I headed up to the hill for a little more celebratory toasting with Pixie, her man and a few other friends of mine. And dammit, we should've just stayed there cuz downtown was too crowded with the too platinum, too drunk, and too rude - tho it didn't get any better on Capital Hill where the gay boys had no use for the straight girls that night, tho I had to admit, one boy did have nicer legs than I'd seen on a woman in a long time.

Irritated and annoyed, I apologized to Lady Miss for running out of energy at 3:30am and wanting only to get away from the crowds. What a sweet girl she was for completely understanding and being a good sport.

Chapter 3: Recovery = Minimal

Sunday moved much more slowly as we made our way to brunch and met up with one of Lady Miss' friends in town. We wandered Pike Place Market, said hello to the one and only fish guy I still know who shouted out my name after I'd just told Lady Miss he probably had no idea who I was anymore.. interesting.. We tried on hats in an antique store and then I introduced my fabulous friend to the famous Fremont Troll (Pictures are STILL a problem.. my apologies.. stupid stupid blogger..) - which is a statue under the Fremont Bridge people.. not an actual.. oh.. nevermind..

I then escorted the fair Lady Miss back to her coach and she was transported off to the land of the north after many hugs and an abundance of happy memories created.

Now my next question is - Pom? Léonie? t? Duck? Mandy? Treena??? When are you coming to visit?!

25 Peeps - Again! Woot!

Ok.. I know I've got a lot to tell you about people... but you'll have to wait just a little longer cuz last week was so incredibly busy at work and in life.. and I've started a post for realz but haven't finished it yet. Seriously, I need a computer at home - obviously.. duh..

BUT.. there's hope!

As you can see, I've made the 25peeps.com list again! Yay! Whoopee even!

SO.. you know what you can do? I think you might.. and cuz you all love me SO much, won't you help me out and give me a little teensy ego boost just for fun and click on the link so I get some MAD traffic and stay on for a while? Please please please?? I'll love you forever! I'll think of you often! I'll tell everyone how much you completely ROCK! How cool is that? I'll tell you.. SOOOO cool!

And I promise to get a new post out like.. tonight.. or tomorrow morning. See how I'm making SACRIFICES for YOU? Cuz I'm good like that.. NOT TO MENTION that I neeeeeeeed to catch up on ALL THE READING the rest of you people are writing up and look how I show you my gratitude! I haven't even caught up on what's going on with YOU! I'm SO self-absorbed! HOW SELFISH! Well good God, you guys! SLOW DOWN! Ok ok.. I guess you don't have to.. geez.. but if you get like 18 comments from me all at once that sound like I'm really behind on everything.. well.. I am. Bear with me please..

Now.. get going over there.. you have lots of clicking to do!
Mwah!