rah. like a tiger

I had planned to make a nice long post and catch y'all everyone up with the status of the meelie, but now it's late and I forget what gems of my recent activities I was going to pass on, and now it's late and my bed is calling me. I would post from work but it's nearing month end and it's busybusybusy and while I do find time to skim my flist actually posting usually takes to long. pah. I was going to blather about a rather worrying dream I had on Monday morning about not being able to find my black stockings to put on while Lance/OTL Kevin waited for me to get dressed. That morning I decided to wear trousers, nuff said.

and I had something to say about this justin interview. I think it might have been 'hee!' and Justin talking about his momma? Colour me surprised.

and I had other things to say, like hey! really cheap x-files dvds!, and how I have destroyed the minds of my co-workers by exposing them to badgers badgers badgers MUSHROOM MUSHROOM, and how last night watching videos at a friends place I sat through not only Underworld again but Starship Troopers 2, starring Richard Burgi, which I will go on the record saying that it was just as bad as Manos: the hands of fate. Maybe worse. Manos! The hands of fate!

And, in a move which will only make sense to extended hof's, I have now added 'karate no' to my list of interests. I should really read 'living' you say? KARATE NO!!!