January 30th, 2004



In my bed: one Egyptian Fayoumis hen, size cat.
loud fayoumis


Was looking around for stuff. Showed off the nearly-empty Tabasco bottle. The other bottles of hot pepper sauce got junked, then -- one was suspicious-looking, and the other --

-- the other had expired in March 2001.

We moved in to this apartment in mid-April 2001, and votania's mother had sent that bottle of spicy along with some spare kitchen gear.
running, bomb tech

"Feng Shui Horoscope" (found with karlita)

Take just a couple of minutes to take this test & see how you fare. A new year is coming, hopefully good fortune is around the corner.

1. Which is your favorite color: red, black, blue, green, or yellow?
2. Your first initial?
3. Your month of birth?
4. Which color do you like more, black or white?
5. Name of a person of the same sex as yours.
6. Your favorite number?
7. Do you like California or Florida more?
8. Do you like a lake or the ocean more?
9. Write down a wish (a realistic one). When you're done, scroll down. (Don't cheat)

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high energy magic


Nice girlfriend has it all right. Or something. For certain values of 'right', definitely.
running, bomb tech

Bus, sausage, and other sophomoric happenings

I wound up heading to Sam's Club for milk by myself on the bus. votania was all for going, but her two root canals and the pain meds were not, so I took the bus. I borrowed the cellphone, so I called Dawn, and then I wound up calling iroshi and/or E. I guessed wrong when iroshi answered the phone (I guessed E) so we had a few moments of bizarre conversation where I was evidently factored as E's unknown friend Jenny. That was amusing. I finally identified myself as "Lunatic", which cleared everything up.

Sadly, Sam's lacked the good milk chocolate chips. Evidently they're seasonal. Bah. Ah well.

I had to call Ro back (Stargate), and so I was waiting for the bus again, to go home, when I called. The bus stop outside of Sam's is dark, and it's not a very popular end of the route, and I was wearing black -- the bus started to zoom past me. Since I had everything together to get on the bus (wearing heavy backpack and purse, carrying water bottle, carrying summer sausage, carrying empty cup, carrying bus card, talking on phone) I waved the summer sausage to flag the bus down. The bus pulled to an embarrassed halt, and I sprinted on. The driver apologized.

I explained to Ro that all that had been that I had needed to wave my sausage at the bus driver. This degenerated into a conversation about the size of my sausage (about 18 inches, and the same girth as a soda can) and how things that size are interesting for external devices, but not so much attached. "Onboard?" "Outboard?" "Outboard motor?" "Get your motor running...!"

Milk, Tabasco sauce, powdered milk, salad dressing, summer sausage. This was not one of those "Seriously, we are a normal household!" shopping trips.