Just a quick bloggy style update.
Opus is coming back!
My email isn’t working! In case of emergency, you can use woohoo funky at sign thingy new dot rr dot com. It’s apparently been down for several days. I just thought I had b.o. or something and no one loved me.
Yes, I’m irrational sometimes.
Pamie is needing a little help from her friends. And also strangers who support good causes. So spread the love.
And if you want to do good at a better exchange rate, Marn is oh so close to making her goal in the Race for the Boobies. I was surprised that I donated $25, and was only charged like $18 something, so now I’m going to donate another $10 because of the funky Canadian exchange rate. I hate the metric system.
Also, if you just want to do some free good stuff for someone, help Sars find Don!
Oh! And I bought a car! Yay! Do the new car dance! I’ll tell you about it later. But for now… sleep. Should sleep, really, but hey, you Prednisone, get offa my cloud. And apparently when the four horsemen of the apocolypse come, they will be in the form of the Rolling Stones.
And to Lauren who is nosey in the guestbook, that’s cool. We don’t have any plans at this time to add to the overpopulation of the planet. But if and when that happens, you guys will likely be among the first to find out. Unless I’m like “Oh, and I’m having a baby! But there’s a lot of html involved in the entry, so you know.. wait on that for a few days, ‘k?”
Anyway, mostly because Esteban and I are essentially just 12-year-olds who like to have sex and should not be trusted with small precious objects. Because one time I lost the keys for a rental car somewhere between my drive way and my living room. And they still haven’t been found. And that was 1999. So, man, if that had been a baby?
Yeah. Anyway. New Car. Go me.
