In which everyone but me watches TV, and no one wants to talk to me.

I know why you weren't answering my calls, ariedana. You were watching Coupling.

I was quite pleased to not be disowned by my mother when I accidentally called her during the Will and Grace season premiere. She must really miss me. I told her she was a West Wing fangirl. I even made her say "fangirl." I thought about trying to explain fandoms to her but at some point I'd have to mention slash and I'm afraid her head would explode. I love my mommy. I don't want to traumatize her.

Quote of the morning, from edie22:

"I want to be Karen when I grow up. She's rich. She has a maid. She doesn't do anything except drink and she hangs out with Jack all the damn time."

Wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong!!

Virtually every conversation scarcrest and I have turns into a masterpiece of wrongness. This wrongness effect is amplified when one of us has been drinking, and if both of us have been consuming adult beverages, then heaven help us all.

Last night I was drinking wine with my dinner and scarcrest was drinking cider. You can see where this is going.

"You're an attention whore, but she's the attention-Times Square pre-Giuliani!!"

Oh, and we got into this very wrong tangent which is incidentally becoming a poll. Please understand that I am not making statements about it being okay to beat up your boyfriend. I'm just curious about people's gut reactions. And wrong. Very very wrong. Also, my omission of those in same-sex relationships is not meant as a slight; the question just didn't seem suited to those circumstances, so I decided to omit it.

[Poll #184714]

It's Friday afternoon and I wanna go home!!

Actually, I don't wanna go home. I wanna go raise hell!! Or barring that, drink margaritas with 10dimensions and our partners in crime. *eeeevil giggle*

Forget love. Google is all you need!!

Hey, has anyone seen my work ethic? It ran away. I think it went to drink margaritas.

The God-honest truth

The God-honest truth is, if you talk smack about me -- in fact, if you say something completely idiotic and assholish about me -- I can forgive it.

But you better not talk smack about any of my friends, because I do not forgive that.

In fact, if you think you're enough of a man or woman to talk smack about my nearest and dearest, fuck you. Because you are not. And it'll be a cold day in hell before I let you get away with that shit in my LiveJournal, motherfucker.