teh fire still burns

I got lost driving back home last night, took out my phone to call steve... he didn't pick up, and I forgot to replace my phone. So it was in my car all day, running the battery down. And I think I got a callback. Well, there was a message saying "Call us up," which they usually don't do if the resulting phone call would be "Oh, you, we didn't like you." So I'm feeling optimistic.

I got called "a tough cookie" tonight. I think that's a compliment, although as Jim pointed out, far more suitable for use in a 30s hardboiled detective novel than 21st century Seattle.

Today I wasted hours on the HotOrNot personals. It was just ridiculously addictive man. And I chatted with more people online than I have in quite a while - not counting, like, chat rooms. Particularly pleased with two of them, as one of them is with teh online crush, and the other psyched me up for my "not complicated" life.

I don't even want to type "the" correctly anymore. TEH TEH TEH DAMMIT.

Oh My.

ultra obscene

So sisyphus and I have decided that there needs to be a support group for people "addicted to love." Love junkies. Preliminary name: Society for the Prevention of Irrational Love (SPIL).

(skeptic: isn't all love irrational?
SPIL rep: exactly.)

We seem to have repaired our hot tub from the terrible incident of losing the screw which seals the drain at the bottom. I bought a new screw at Fred Meyer.

Also bought blondblond hair dye. Look out world, I'm channeling Billy Idol.