Haha, I laughed out loud when I first read this post. I believe many animals do have a sense of humor, I know it. I worked with horses for a time, and I can guarantee that whenever I did something stupid or clumsy, the horses were laughing. They give you a look, or toss their heads, or something to let you know you're being an idiot.

We also had a horse who would snap your bra strap if you had your back turned to him, and I know he did it because it got everyone laughing. If that's not a sense of humor, I don't know what is.

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Just be sure you let me know where you found me. =]

You're my inspiration
My foundation
and my condemnation.

"No man, for any considerable period, can wear one face to himself and another to the multitude as to which may be the true." - Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Scarlet Letter

If there is anything I've learned from my life that is of use, it is that sometimes angels come to you in ways never expected, and the people "you would have never expected to be angels finally show you their wings."

Today was average. One my coworkers wants to punch another coworker in the face. Will drama ensue? Tune in next time for the dramatic climax (was that supposed to be sexual?).

Exhausted, cranky, need a nap, but it's too hot.

NANO, WHAT THE F-

for today's menu, we have...

I crashed my bike today on the way to Andrew's.
(WHY DIDN'T I JUST WAIT FOR THE BUS?!)
Hit a brick wall.
Spun out of control.
Hit the concrete (hard).
My knight in shining pickup truck had to come save me.
Great afternoon.

His ring came in the mail today, and I'm psyched beyond all recognition.
It looks amazing.

I'm voting NO ON PROP 8.
Hehe.

Played with a husky puppy today. It was awesome. It chewed off Amanda's face. She's pretty now.
I KID, I KID.

"You see, it's really ironic because you hit me with an ice pack, and now my head hurts." -Amanda

I like: 
catching up with three very dear friends at the same time (Heath, Russell, and Joe, I adore you guys too much).
Chocolate mint ice cream.
Laughing at Flap Jack, courtesy of Russell.
Reminiscing (sometimes).
Seeing the boy, a la tomorrow!

For the record, my sister's cat makes the worst farts I've ever smelled in my life. Even worse than Andrew's. Dear goodness.

NaNo is still coming.

And I think I've finally got all of the details sorted out for the boyfriend's Christmas present. (Really, I think I've got it this time!) Haha. This has been a ridiculous past three days, let me tell you. I won't rest easy until I've got that box hidden away in my lingerie drawer.

My cat is fat.

And NaNo is still coming.

Doing a little rearranging in my room upstairs. I've got so much room to work with; I still have no idea what I'm going to do with everything! I can't really move the bed ... but everything else is potentially getting a new home.

NANO.

Maybe I should be planning my novel. But then again, there's all of those chores that need to be done, that cat that needs to be played with all afternoon (despite her lack of enthusiasm for most of it), and that journal to write in. Oh, and don't forget the countless books I have to read ... again.

Is it really only Wednesday?

Despite the huge blow-up fight my mother and I had last night, I'm feeling swell. (By the way, mom, I am NOT fat. So, shut your face.)

Looking online for Christmas presents for everyone, and I've got almost all of it sorted out. I STILL haven't come up with a present for my sister ... stupid money. I wish I could buy all of the gifts now. I LOVE CHRISTMAS. And I can't wait to see Andrew's face when he opens my gift. It'll be fantastic, I know it. =]

I'm tired, and I have tomorrow off, and everything is going to be fantastic. Maybe. In any case, Andrew lent me Othello, and I've got a novel to plan. So, at least I'll be kept busy...

And I need to make more Post Secrets...

I'm having an absolute BLAST shopping for everyone's presents. I just hope I have the money to get everyone the stuff I want to get them! AHH.

I have to go to work (I'm working the closing shift) and I'm having cramps from hell right now. Women of the world, sympathize with me, please. >_<

Anyway, an interesting evening awaits me. Grocery shopping, probably (oh joy) so I can burn away more of the money that I'm longing to save for Christmas presents. Thanks, mom, you're a doll.

Okay, so when Andrew and I were in Big Bear and got to the bed in breakfast that the wedding was held at, we were given a tour of everyone's rooms. We were excited over finally having a full-sized bed to sleep in that we wouldn't roll out of, and that the door had a lock on it.

Anyway, a cute little touch that each room had was a little stuffed animal propped up on the little book that people could write about their time at the B&B. On our bed was this adorable little stuffed fox. Now Andrew and I have this old inside joke regarding a fox, and for sake of brevity (and the fact that most people won't get it), I'll leave it out. But we couldn't get over the fact that of all of the animals to pick, we got a fox.

We nicknamed him Champ (another joke relating to Champagne, of which copious amounts were served at the wedding), and we quickly grew attached to him. He was the perfect snuggling size, and I wanted more than anything to just take him home with me. Plus, he had a little hole in his stomach where we discovered that he was also an adorable puppet. He would have been a great memory of the trip. But sadly, we had to part with Champ with nothing but a photograph of each of us holding him. -sad-

So, I get to Andrew's yesterday, and he says, "Oh, someone's been missing you!" He put his hands under the covers for a minute, and pulled out Champ! "Apparently, they sell these guys online," he said with a smug look on his face.

I was completely blown away. No one has ever done something like that for me, and that is by far one of the sweetest thing someone has done for me. He said that he ordered him last week, and he hadn't come in until this Tuesday, so he'd had to wait that entire time.

Amazing. Just had to share that little story with you.

And the hours tick by until I get to see me wonderful darling, who is slightly annoyed (I think) that I vented for so long this morning about my crazy mom and the horrors that are yet to come.

Oh horrors, must you be so inopportune?

My mom is out with Barbara, and I told her that I'd be leaving shortly, although, I think I'll hang around, and just not tell her. (Am I horrible person for planning to eavesdrop? I think so. Oh well.)

NaNoWriMo is still coming. -wince- And I'm almost done with the first Sleeping Beauty book. Two more to go. (I think my sister is disgusted by my current choice of reading, hahaha. I don't blame her.)

Stretching, trying to get into shape. I had dreams last night that Robert came back from England, and I kicked the crap out of him at a hockey game. This time, I didn't out this time. It was highly gratifying.

Edit: All of this talk about pirates in my novel is starting to get me quickly obsessed with pirates. OHMAGED I just realized that I get paid today, and I can order my jolly roger. SWEET!

My coffee is delicious, thanks very much, and the house is slightly warmer than I would like. Although, I'm proud to say that I got my autistic little brother (who has a devotion to nothing but video and computer games) interested in the Young Writers Program branch of NaNoWriMo. This is such an unbelievable feat, you have no idea! We'll see how long this lasts. His goal is 30,000 words. I didn't think ahead and consider the fact that we'll have THREE WriMos in the same house, using the same computer. Oh deary me.

Tomorrow is my day off, and I get to see the boyfriend. Eee. As sad and as clingy as it may sound, this has been the longest we've gone without seeing each other in three months. It's been four days. Aren't we pathetic? It's that whole "new love, new relationship" stuff. Eeyuck.

I've been getting some new ideas for after NaNo (ignoring the fact that December I will be depressed that it's over, and too sore to move in order to edit 08's NaNoNovel), and they seem quite intriguing to me. And the mere thought of changing stories for this NaNo has my pirates pointing their pistols and swords at me, yelling all kinds of excrutiating threats. Oh sigh.

I'm sore and could really go for a body massage. I can has one, peas? 

And Tequila Rose is good, although, it's not quite as good as I'd anticipated. But I may have to sneak some from my mom's bottle-wait-what-I-never-thought-that.

Meh. Late night tonight, I'm working on my first pot cup of coffee. I just hope my heart doesn't start doing that fluttery thing again. That kind of scares me.  >_<

And reading Anne Rice's "Erotic Adventures of Sleeping Beauty" has really opened my eyes to ... a lot. And I find myself lying in bed thinking, "It's scaring me that this is turning me on." For those of you who wish to expand your horizons as far as literature goes, I highly recommend this series. Seriously. Series-ously.

Anyway, off to go not clean my room, although I've been meaning to for quite some time. Good even, all.

EDIT @ 8:21 P.M: So I tried writing my first sex scene. I got distracted and went to go read before I even got to the sex. Or even the foreplay. My novel may remain celibate this year. -smirk-

EDIT EDIT @ @ 8:22 P.M. 8:22 P.M.: Coffee is winning as far as my tags go. NaNoWriMo is a close second. Just thought I'd let you know.

I'm convinced that one of these days, I'm going to end up snapping and just throw a bunch of shit at my mom (books, rocks, papers for that dramatic, everything-flying-everywhere effect).

She's just got that ... aura about her that makes my skin crawl. The "everyone else has fucked up my life, so I'm going to be bitter and resentful for the rest of forever...unless I'm in Illinois. There, I'm truly happy. Away from my kids and husband."

Oh sigh. I need to go write my pirate sex. D:

Hey everyone, it's me again. I guess I'm back to addicting myself to forums, email, myspace, and LiveJournal. Not in that particular order, of course.

So, one day in the future, I'd like to get one (or all) of my books printed, just for fun. Seems that I've found myself the printing companies, now all I need is the cash.

And then, I had the random idea: One day in the faaar future, I should open my own minuature publishing company for all of those little writers (like me) who have no hope of going through the huuuge publishing houses. Oh how I crack myself up.

Anyway, coffee is taking over, my head feels funny, and my tummy feels warm. And I still haven't worked on that thing for my dad. I'm waiting until my sister gets home so she can give me a hand. (I feel like such a failure.)

Got an incredibly nasty email from boyfriend's ex-girlfriend today. Kind of wanted to make me ship anthrax to her. But not really, in case the FBI is screening this post. (I KID, 100% KIDDING.) Anyway, nasty bitch.

NaNoWriMo, I made another character profile for my second main character. My left wrist is slowly dying.

Hung out with my dad a little bit tonight, and made some coffee which would be great for NaNo. I'll post the recipe sometime soon.

Sigh.

Oh sigh, my boyfriend's ex-psycho has been persistently trying to get back into contact with him, and we're both annoyed. I sent her an (almost) pleasant email, asking/telling her to stop. I refuse to fuel the fire and be a bitch, although there is SO much I'd like to say. That seems to be a general theme in my life. (See: former best friend Katie.)

Anyway, the wind sucks and

OH MY GAWD NANOWRIMO HAS CRASHED.

But...I need my dose of the forums. Now I'll actually HAVE to work on the planning of my novel instead of aimlessly waste some time that I could be using to communicate and connect with other nutcases like myself.

My day is ruined. D=

To even imply that any musicians could compare to The Beatles is musical blasphemy. Now, I'm not saying that there aren't any talented musicians out there, but The Beatles were one of the most influentrial musical groups in history. Their music still makes an impact today, on the lives of people my age, to the people older than my dad.

As for the actual questions, I have no idea. Most mainstream music sounds too similar anymore.

Good evening, everyone. I'm popping in really quickly while the boyfriend is in the shower to say hello to all.

NaNo-ers: How is your novel planning coming along, if you're planning at all. If you're not planning, how is that coming along for you?

Everyone: How was your weekends? Mine was pretty great. Got to spend my two allotted days with the boy, and then I'm off to work tomorrow morning at nine A.M. OH THE JOY.

The weather has been getting colder, and my room upstairs is quickly turning into what feels like a meat freezer. But that's all the more incentive to purchase some RAD FLANNEL PAJAMAS. And some new down comforters! I've always wanted down, and ever since I've started snuggling down under Andrew's blankets, I've fallen even more in love with down. And I'd love some down pillows.

Had some delicious home-made pizza at the boyfriend's house tonight. Mmm, it was pretty amazing. I almost typed "awazing." My new descriptive word, methinks.

Anyway, I've been lurking and posting more on the NaNo forums. Go me!

What has everyone been up to this evening?