Wakey wakey

Groggy this morning... was up until 2:30 watching Court TV with beatgoddess because our favorite FBI profiler was on (Yay Special Agent Dayle Hinman!) Also was attempting to deal with something that came up over IM... hopefully I managed effectively, of course I have no way of knowing how it turned out until said buddy signs on again. But crossing fingers.

sundart was successful in dragging me out of the house and downtown, where we picked some stuff up from Deals and Steals (think Job Lot for the organic and vegetarian food crowd), returned the queerboys, and went out for lunch at Friendly's. Must have been the day for cute service people, as our server at Friendly's had this very squeezable looking little ass and at CVS the very cute somewhat ambiguously gendered cashier was working today. sundart and I made him laugh with our affectionately abusive banter, go us. We window shopped for a while, then wandered home amid conversations about sex, the boys, and us.

I was feeling trapped again during the conversation. Methinks I would like to go driving again soon, if folx with cars are available this week.

At some point today I do want to sit down and paint my nails some respectable color. Like black. With purple sparkles. :) and then... I've got some serious thinking to do. Somewhere, somehow, Gir has gotten the sudden urge to sing the Doom song...

Scene from TPB stuck in my head...

(ya, I know, I cut a couple of things and lines out...)

GRANDFATHER: The King died that very night, and before the following dawn, Buttercup and Humperdinck were married. And at noon, she met her subjects again. This time as their Queen.

HUMPERDINCK: My father's final words were "love her as I loved her, and there will be joy." I present to you your Queen. Queen Buttercup.

ANCIENT BOOER: Boo! Boo! Boo!

BUTTERCUP: Why do you do this?

ANCIENT BOOER: Because you had love in your hands, and you gave it up. Your true love lives and you marry another! True love saved her in the Fire Swamp, and she treated it like garbage. And that's what she is, the Queen of Refuse! So, bow down to her if you want. Bow to her. Bow to the Queen of Slime, the Queen of Filth, the Queen of Putrescence. Boo! Boo! Rubbish! Filth! Slime! Muck! Boo! Boo! BOO!