So fellas!

Fellas!

Has your girlfriend got the butt?

Geez Louise...

I walked in this morning in an exceptionally good mood, determined to enjoy my Monday, when I discovered that since I banned anonymous comments, people are setting up LJs just for the purpose of harrassing me.

I am NOT writing this journal for any of you. I'm writing it for me. If you like it, I'm delighted. If you don't like it, I have a simple solution for you: Don't read it.

I never claimed to be a perfect person, but one thing I know I don't do is go flaming people without having the ovaries to put my name on it. If you've got something that you'll just die if you don't say to me, have the balls/ovaries to put your name on it. Then I can make an assessment about it other than "You're a dick."

Now, to try and recover my good mood...

Possibly the only person who isn't Hawkeye...

I always liked B.J. That was also the name my brother came up with for the best cat ever -- probably after this character.

Dylan said it best.

"And if my thought-dreams could be seen
They'd probably put my head in a guillotine."

And it's going to get worse before it gets better.

(metaphorge, I know you'll understand.)

The marvelous mousegrrl!!

I think the one really good thing to happen today was meeting mousegrrl!!

I figured I would like Mousie, but I never realized we'd have so much in common. I mean, shipwrecks and NASCAR? (Don't laugh!) She is sooo cool. All you Atlanta people are going to love her!