TAG!

TAG! - Verbal pingo-pong of the sisterly kind.

Welcome to our little web-experiment. She's gonna disown me in a week, I bet.

Mwah sis

No Place for Sibling Rivalry...

...she says it better than I can.

And yes, i've always been jealous of her Aunt Betty nose, even though if memory serves correct I would ruthlessly tease her about the Betty shnoz.

I have got to stop crying at work dammit.

Who needs Valentine's Day anyway

Subtitled: Eat yer hearts out ladies

Updates around these parts have been non existent due to the fact that I've been balls to the walls Busy lately (note bolded capital). And I promise to fill you in on all the juicysemi-succulentkind-of-interestingwho-the-fuck-am-I-kidding boring minutiae of my life soon.

I will leave you this little tidbit to nosh on in a fit of envy. Because I'm a bitch like that.

Yesterday, known as the Day I Finally Lost My Shit, was the culmination of the Week from Hell's Clogged Sewage System (With Extra Rats!). I was so strung out and tired and stressed that some cranky comment from Curly sent me into the bathroom where i promptly bawled my eyes out for 15 minutes.

Consequently i spent all day yesterday looking like someone gave me two shiners a few weeks back. Crying does that to me, which is one of the myriad reasons why I loathe getting my tear ducts tripped.

He did it.

I was introduced as the girlfriend last night.

Not 'friend.'
Not 'work colleague.'
Not 'Ex-girlfriend I'd originally dumped despite the fact that she's the best I've ever had in bed who has kindly given me said bed privileges back, mainly because I'm a stubborn persistent bastard.'

Girlfriend.

I am rather proud of myself.

• I didn't faint.
• My jaw did not flop to the ground like a Novocaine junkie.
• I didn't pull a Shaynaynay-esque double take and scream "You did not just go there."
• I didn't blurt out some horrendous, socially inappropriate correction like "Actually we just fuck like rabid weasels in heat."
• I didn't even bat an eyelash

I did, however, blush.

Figures.