Sunday, January 30, 2005

Friday, January 28, 2005

The dress I made for Johanna won "Best Original Concept" at ORC (don't ask what that stands for, I don't remember. It's a convention for LOTR in LA)

Also, Johanna came and took half of my Mardi Gras beads away to give to the old people where she works.

Everything good comes from JoJo.

Tuesday, January 25, 2005

Bea loves me!

I am having a shaky moment, so Bea agreed to make me chocolate milk.
She came back upstairs with a mug of milk and a Tupperware of chocolate powder so I could make it just right.
I love my Bea.

Tuesday, January 18, 2005

By far and away the most useful Christmas present I received this year was the pillow from Becca.
It has a frog face on one side and a frog butt on the other, so every time Bea is annoying, I can smush frog butt in her face and make her screech.
I think it will be even more useful with the American Idol auditions, Walker showed me how to use it to block out horrifying images.

Monday, January 17, 2005

I am a hero to my bank

I got spam from someone claiming to be Washington Mutual asking me to confirm my account info ASAP, because someone had broken into my online account.
My first thought was "I wonder if they will tell me what my password is, cause I can't remember."
Then I called the bank. The customer service man was very glad I had and asked me to forward the e-mails to the spoof department to help them catch the people doing it.
Which makes me wonder. How do people get e-mail accounts without knowing what to look out for in the world of spam? Are these the same people that used to get fooled by phone callers asking for their credit card numbers?
Note to the world: Your bank will not e-mail you with URGENT matters. They have much easier ways to get ahold of you. For goodness sake, they know where you live.

Wednesday, January 12, 2005

In which Stewie tries to make scrambled eggs

So Stewie threw up yesterday morning. Fortunately it was all in his cage. Unfortunately, that meant I had to stick my head IN the cage to clean it.
It looked like and had the consistency of raw, slightly beaten eggs. I cannot figure out how that came out of the dog. Maybe he smuggled eggs in and ate the shells.

Please come home soon Walker!

Sunday, January 9, 2005

Hey breklor

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Saturday, January 8, 2005

Walker took Selina, Becca, Andrew and I to a hockey game yesterday. The Thunderbirds are in a league where all the players are 16-18 years old. Apparently, people are very excited about a young man named Derek Couture, whom they have mysteriously nicknamed "D-Rock" and "Coots". Despite the fact that both teams seemed unable to actually handle the puck, it was fun. At least for me. I think Becca was only there so that we would play Hacker with her afterwards.
The best part was definitely when the Jr. Leauge went out on the ice. There's nothing quite as exciting as watching a 6 year old try desperatly to fin the puck right between his skates.
I think I've decided I like hockey. If the NHL ever stops imploding, maybe we can go up to Vancouver and watch the Canucks. Not that the Canucks are much better

Sunday, January 2, 2005

It is just as hard to leave your place and come back to mine as it always was.
I thought that having her gone, and the place cleaner would help, but no. Everytime I leave your house after a day together, it feels like I'm being punished, or banished, or something bad.
Then I spend all of Sunday sad and lethargic.
I know this is where I live and that is where you live and I must be patient and wait, and things will be better if I do.
But I just want to fall asleep in our bed, in our place.
I even miss the dog.